Apostate
Your words are unpalatable
Formidable, they reduce me
My watery blood still tastes of
Sin, of metal bars withdrawing
Decadence. I am neither free of nor
Impervious to the sting of your
Liturgical guilt. The mere acquisition
Of this human shell makes me a thief,
An apostate composed of calcified
Rinds and entropic sweetness, I am
Inscrutable, I am wicked, I am man
Casanova’s Revenge
My harem lies beyond this fence.
The hexagonal walls of a basal
Captivity separate me from those
Hens which are mine alone to
Misuse. I know the grass to be
Sweeter on the other side, for
There lies the culmination of my
Libidinous expectations of my
Impending conquests. Do you
Not see their eyes upon me?
Their insatiable desire as they
Thrash their heads upon the
Ground in gluttonous frenzy
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I do not envy the farmer, that
Ice-handed murderess whom
He calls wife or lord, the way
He demures to her wishes, to
Her puritanical affectations I
Pity him that shrill triumphant
Voice of hers as she goes about
The farm snipping, emasculating
Imagine what he endures behind
Closed doors, I shudder to think
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She would deny me of my precious
Juliettes of my blue-laced beauties
Of the very execution of those
Biological imperatives to which males
Are by their very nature subservient
I will make her suffer, her blood will
Curdle at the articulation of my wrath
I will cock-a-doodle-do through the
Kindling of stars with teeth-shattering
Amplitude, so long as my bed remains
Empty hers shall remain sleepless!
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(The second one I was being silly, I have an inner ear problem which is making me extremely dizzy, disoriented and causing me to lean and walk constantly to the right so if I seem off, I am off, to the right haha)
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