Mistakes made,
but not me.
While charging
this bigotry
I fail to fall
into what
should be absence
of argument.
Into an abyss, a
Dark Traveler
I easily
Become if
I remain
Unconscious.
Our differences
Nauseate me
so I prick
my finger in
order to
Dream.
Pleased now that
our Prince Charming
is one in the same.
With love and
libido generously
mixed with androgyny.
So we can see
Eye to eye.
Females and males have different plumbing, that I
think it is just wonderfully celestial.
"Whichever" bathroom logos on bathroom doors...
dismiss God's creations as inconsequential.
These are not only highly PC inane,but in the main,
totally, and uniquely.....irreverential!
September 28, 2019
You shake your mandrill fist angrily
towards the sky
Epithet accusations hurled at God
Unrighteous indignation
rest uncomfortably
within your flat bosom
Testosterone milk
feeds your androgyny grief
You feel that your womanhood
never grew properly ...
enamel deficient of estrogen teeth
Born with male genitalia,
the mirror always reflect a female image
in your handmaiden eyes
Walking thru life
wearing a muscular disguise
is impure womb agony
Misogyny self-violence done within;
birth raped,
and weaned on silence
Queen bull dyke over your girlfriends,
gives you a pleasurable feeling
of dominance
But the tears flowing
from your androgyny grief
keep the fears growing,
Your better self a-long time stolen,
turned you into a joy thief
Lack of acceptance of God’s choice,
has left you gender blind
And those androgynous tears
are gonna
make your eyes stay forever moist
For the inner peace
you desire,
you will never surrogate find
Mistakes made,
but not me.
While charging
this bigotry
I fail to fall
into what
should be absence
of argument.
Into an abyss, a
Dark Traveler
I easily
Become if
I remain
Unconscious.
Our differences
Nauseate me
so I prick
my finger in
order to
Dream.
Pleased now that
our Prince Charming
is one in the same.
With love and
libido generously
mixed with androgyny.
So we can see
Eye to eye.
Inside the girl, I saw what shouldn’t be,
Yet there it was as clear as darkest night,
The voice that softly whispered it’s not right,
The tears I cried while yearning to be free.
Inside the girl, I saw my destiny,
All wrapped in jeans with silver buckles bright,
A vision of life that set my world alight,
One single word that spoke ‘Androgyny’.
Inside the girl, I saw another view,
A world I could begin to understand,
Although it is not what my dreams had planned,
It’s something I knew this time I must do.
A way of life I know I can enjoy,
Inside this girl, there dwells her inner boy.
Form: Italian Sonnet
Oh my goodness,
what humans are willing to bare
to attract...
Beyond, the mock and mocking bareness
lies the convoluted angst of man,
pleasure seeking, in a self gratifying
wallow of excretions.
The need to roll…down the road…in the hay
to move like corpuscles down
the multitudinous arties of man.
Some draped in fuchsia, an orchid’s blush
with legs so long they make an ass of themselves.
Others tricked out in comfy cotton boostieas
breasts jiggling like jello, mounds of molded eye candy
firm, run-ready calves, taunt and on point
strut
ready to rut
on stiletto heels
still primed for and pandering to
the sought after alpha male.
The androgyny of the 21st century male-dom
making marking the target frustratingly
diff I cult
these drooping, wilted, round shouldered
bow-legged, net walkers seem unlikely sperm donors
for the next generation beyond the pale.
And as their lives settle in to settle down
in the whirlwinds of climate change
oil shortages, constant alpha stripping
further neuters the human potential
as the haves, feed the have nots
into the furnaces of endless war
the heard is culled………
P.D.- Sid Lee
When will you reveal to us
Your mysterious androgyny?
A. Green
tasty man for the hindsight
of all he had to do
like wax melting on a frying pan
special sauce
special sauce
the aliens buy it for spoons
tasty delicious
transformation reverses
androgyny
androgyny
leak in the mainstream
under the sun
the crayon with arms
sticking to the cement no wrapper to burn
dont you see yourself sweat upon the floor,
around the circle
around the circle
for plastic sidewalks
for years
melted crayons
melted crayons on the sidewalk
that dont wash off
but mother nature always cleans your messes
and makes you put everything back to normal
usually, but this isn't normal
Esoteric Enema
Miser of Burden
Intrinsic Impetus
Seer of Inertia
Virulent Vestige
Alias of anonymity
Pious Pathogen
Fear of Androgyny
Visceral Virtue
Tao of Two
Antigen of Affinity
I love you
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