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They said a ticket to a man's heart is his stomach! seduce him with a hearty meal and a strong drink and you have his attention and maybe, possibly, friendship for life. I know many of them, men that is, I know many for life. They search, they hunt, the lurk like trolls too sometimes, but I see the innocence within them and they try and they struggle. When a man is pushed, he can make some crazy choices, many he can't reverse... and for what? the high? his pride won't let him bow? to admit he is not always strong! and mostly weak and he beats himself up hourly, daily, what has he done wrong, how can he live that dream? how can he live out his desires.., his little dark secrets from whence he was a BOY. BOY or man... what the hell does it matter? The time is now, he can only think for the moment because nature has him this way. Is extreme his choices of fun? Exotic meat on a grill? burnt black on the edges and aroma of it in the air... or a slab of curves and with dark hair on a table. All one in the same. Does he search for a mate or a ****, a whore..... what do you call them.... the one with no strings attached and she lets you do what you want? perfection? or have you found a computer that has welcomed your virus and now you are in control. For even if you let her lead you very well and know that you still have her in your control.... it's okay, I would have done the same or more had I been born with balls. So now what? Well... you will never have the skeleton key for all these locks, Walk or Run to each door, open...close...open..close.. Don't look down the end of that hall Sir, it gets further and further. Turn around and look behind you, you can't even count all those doors... So what to do? nothing you can do, it's in your nature. Your mind will only give you so much information, just like a search engine on a computer, also invented by your kind. you will have to carry on with the game of Breast, men in vest and fine SUV's, Curves and ****** round-a-bouts and fetish delights. P.S: try flipping your meat on the grill more often, it helps too with spice.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 10/9/2018 5:17:00 PM
Interesting! Love the satirical "P.S" at the end
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Date: 10/14/2016 4:07:00 PM
Interesting.
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Date: 10/29/2013 6:30:00 AM
- A nice poem to read .... (with a smile on my mouth) - Well done Fiona !!! - Like it !!!! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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