Maladjusted men sometimes don't know how to love; <br />They merely suffer the lie of indigo infatuation <br />That titillates their lemon libido and dims their saucy sensibility; <br />They jump on the beige bandwagon of flabby flirtation <br />To pluck the pleasure of pussy passion <br />And waste wonderful women during grim gestation. <br /> <br />Mad men turn women into boxing bags; <br />They feed them on bored bun, blind biscuit and boastful bean; <br />From bandy binge drinking they cause a shameful scene <br />And whack their warm woman, their quaint queen <br />Who they promised to love and hold till drab death <br />Does them part and return to soil their gaudy gangrene. <br /> <br />Some men leave their hairy home early morning and return late; <br />They have no tiny time to interact with their squidgy son <br />Who'll otherwise think mean misogyny is the correct choice <br />Until mutinous misery and sunken sorrow him stun <br />All the dim days of his lonely life; <br />Humorous happiness and pink peace of mind he knows none.<br /><br />john sensele<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monkey-see-monkey-do-6/
