Break that reverie

Is it poetic to talk about women

or just plain old lust

it’s okay I can see it in your pants

the difference between love and lust

measured by the size of your hard on

and the temperature of your desires

that’s what women do to us

sometimes, when lying back on the sofa

thinking about the brunettes at the bar

reveries unadulterated by life

these sensual ideals

the pursuit of which destroys us often

and often, we destroy the dream

the enigma of a woman

forever eludes us

for there is no enigma

like us, they are just creatures

capable of depression and pain

and reprehensible ugliness

your genitalia might not know that

but you do

so break that reverie

a very real woman in the other room

is waiting for you.


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