Drop Dead

Women want 'sincere', forever, helpers, winners, stayers...they yelp about it...they howl, they disembowel, emasculate, intimidate. Women are lier's.. They don't know what they want...they want what they want...they'll take it rare, and now! And, men accomodate. I think it's all ridiculous...activity of a sub-species...lieing, and whining, and preening, while buying...they'll promise you anything, and you know damn well how to play the game...you play it, and slay it, and say...it was someone else's thing...all a simple misunderstanding. And then, as if to jest, you dress the pig, in a snow white gown, with lipstick on,,,and scream, if the groom goes west...oops, there went the best man...you are so pissed! Look at what you spent on your giant ego dream, but you scheme, you schemer's scheme, like race car drivers, in your sleek machine always trying to surpass some other dame. So, say what you want, about stayers and leavers, tomorrow you will be where the movers and shaker's are doing their thing, and while you press the flesh of some 'sugar daddy', you'll be humping the leg of  a handsome bad boy, but you don't really need him anyway. And so it goes around and round...you got the gold...he got the shaft, you be complaining, while shaking your ass, how a guy never stays, but he comes and flees, while you're all about 'genteel', wearing the cheese...for the camera's...please. Don't sell me that shit again. I don't want to be your honey do...drop dead.


Written By Bruce James Clyde 2016,   Deming, New Mexico

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