Don'T Cry Over a Reply

DON''T CRY OVER A REPLY TO ALL YOU BORED BROADS I consider myself a student of human nature and 'tis all too true i wonder what you women do women precisely like you it's as if you're whole life is a bad hair day unwilling to experiment, to see what may be coming your way you join the means to meet a man but keep the monitor ever black well i say enjoy it while you still can, baby, because tight skin and a size two ain't never coming back you women slay me, especially women such as you and your ilk politely sipping on Pinot Grigio but all crying over spilled milk shoot, if you're waiting for a dove to whisper," He's Mr. Right," as a clue hon, that dove broke through his cage years ago and much like life that lovely dove so swiftly flew ~free cee!~ and yes, i do all the important things in my life as well as i write poetry, but there’s only one thing i do better...MY DEAR, IN THIS YOU CAN trust WHENEVER A DREAM DIES ALL THAT REMAINS IS DREAM dust ~f!~