"crappier haiku"
contemplating
bird nest soup
tastes like spit
I'm afraid to shower
Cuz then my insides will be crappier
Maybe I'm meant to see it
Perhaps that's as it should be
My impulse, so narcissistic
My worries, for the most basic
My memories, oh so depressing
My image, oh so pathetic
I soliloquize in plural
To cope with a thought so brutal
That there is no version of me,
Not even one
That I can ever truly love.
I’m led on the floor
and it is a bore
I look at the dust
I look at the door
flimmin’ sciatica
soars again
never felt crappier
hoarding pain
Try giving birth
women are thinking,
I can’t do that,
what are you drinking?
stupid comparison
can’t be compared,
I've no lady parts
I’m somewhat impaired,
You're designed to give birth,
it’s actually natural,
so I say it’s worse
getting hit in the sacktual.
The body doesn't protect the balls,
the only vital organs not indoors,
no adjusting in our body, we don't learn or prepare,
breathing control, contractions, or you're almost there,
no experts to care, midwife just there, we don't even swear....
just get hit in the bollocks from out of no where!
There's no wonderous magnificent little life that rewards,
we don't see doctors or ambulance it to hospital wards,
no luxury, that "blame put on us",
and no one gifts or "Congratulates us",
at least women have an upside, something good,
we just worry if it's deadwood.
Some days are happy, some days are happier
At times they're crappy, some days even crappier
But through all this mess
If us guys wear a dress
Confuses the hell outta those causing this disaster
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