Lady spiders
Ferocious and venomous
Twisting webs of lies
Hiding under veiled faces
And fake personas
Sure they lend you a tampon
But they never show up when you need them
They'll compliment your fit
But they're the first to say "I hate you"
If you don't compliment them
Preaching sisterhood and feminism
Will only get you so far my dear
Someday you'll learn that,
Actually,
I don't need you
Your hair dye
Your emotional baggage
Or your approval
I'm fine sitting in the library by myself
Walking to class by myself
I am solitary and I am singular
I'll leave you,
So long as I have my sanity intact
Meet new people
Cycle of abuse starts again
Why can't I have nice female friends?
Categories:
tampon, friendship, girl, teen,
Form: Free verse
It's only October but I'm in despair
So I'm writing to old St Nick
My feet are up no care for my hair
In bedroom feeling quite sea sick
I know I'm very blessed today
Even if it's normal pink pain
Years roll on like a test of faith
I STILL bleed like I'm cutting vein.
I have to ask dear Santa Clause
To deliver me one thing early
Take me into menopause
I will showcase a smile so pearly.
No more super bad headaches
No more needs for tampon, pad
No more favorite things ruined, great
No more making him a dad.
Categories:
tampon, care,
Form: Rhyme
Me; "I think "Tampon" would make a really great dog name despite the cultural connotation, I mean, it really rolls off the tongue. I just can't figure out whether it would be better for a boy or a girl."
Wife: silence.
Me: "Okay, how about who are we going to vote for this year?"
Wife: silence.
Me: "I think there are six of us in this family who can vote, the two cats don't count, they're anarchists, but the four dogs and us, well, I don't know about you, but the dogs and I will vote for Vermin Supreme for sure. The dogs because of "Vermin," and me because of "Supreme," because, you know, I'm white!"
Wife: glaring silence.
The best part about our marriage is the conversations we have...
(3/14/20, published in my 5th book of poems and stories, 'Extracting the Essence', 2021)
Categories:
tampon, humor, marriage,
Form: Narrative
Lisa and I got our emails the same day.
She read hers first. She made a small
sighing sound, the faintest of protests.
Then broke the news, with a scowl,
“They’re moving classes online “temporarily.”
I don’t want to talk about Corona any more
- I want to scream about it. Maybe we’ll
graduate, in three years, without knowing
what most of our classmates look like -
antithetical to “networking” at university.
I’m lucky, I know - I’m only inconvenienced.
I roam, safely, indoors, impatiently untouched by
adult, real world concerns, like jobs and money.
So I’ll keep my head up and smile like those
glamorous, happy girls in tampon commercials.
Categories:
tampon, cheer up, education, emotions,
Form: Free verse
you think love is a rag, you clean yourself with and throw away, you think love is disposable like a condom or tampon, you think love is a excuse, you can use to get whatever you want, you think love is a four letter word, love is when a woman becomes a mother or when a man becomes a father, love is all their is, so why even brother with teachings and lessons, man's interpretation when trying to define love remember your minds limitations, what love is can change a man's whole world, everything he know to be all his history becomes a mystery, life is a song listen to it's symphony, love can give you an epiphany
endowed with visions, unlike religions it's foundation is built of superstition, gain knowledge of self, unlike Christians who do not give recognition to the hidden god inside, religion makes people closed minded not willing to listen
Categories:
tampon, love, metaphor, religion,
Form: Rhyme
Tax me because I'm a woman
Tax me because I bleed
Make me pay more tax than men
Pay for their unused seed
My life is hard enough
Without you taxing my menstrual flow
A monthly period of blood
A period of mess below
Is a towel a luxury?
According to government it is
But it only affects the Her's
It don't affect the His
What happens when I have no means or cash?
To pay this unequal uneven tax
When I can't afford a tampon or pad
These are everyday facts
This is without the sadness of PMT or PMS
Man has no idea of the pain or the bloody stress
Why would you tax a woman just for being her?
How do you tax a towel that woman is forced to wear?
This taxation is way out of line, unjust and morally wrong
Its time to end this crippling tax
Menstruation's been exploited way too long!
Categories:
tampon, body, for her, men,
Form: Rhyme
A man rightly called an Oxymoron
Now is angry, now sad, now happy on
The same thing – he takes piton
To handle us – later I knew tampon.
Anurag is my principal, a true merman
Treats all equally – good or bad of John.
Tried to understand when called upon.
Talking to him is like dealing with silicon.
Full of respect and encouragement shown
For anybody if needed; angry on python
Trying hit him at back. Never confused on
Any topic, asks if not notified – an Amazon
Of Maths flows from him – my Hero, my trigon.
Categories:
tampon, teacher,
Form: Monorhyme
Note to self: Never again read 'The Monk'
by Mathew Gregory Lewis
before drinking myself into a diabetic coma...
...All night long
The Wandering Jew requested directions to salvation;
That is to say,
Whenever I wasn't being pursued by the Bleeding Nun
- She seemed like a good enough sort
For being just another figment of my horrific imagination;
It would appear she only wanted a sanitary napkin:
"Leave me alone" I kept telling her,
"I rarely have a spare Tampon!"
...Even in my dreams I can't seem to relate to women...
...At least I'll always be immune to Matilda's seduction...
...Because I'm only a "borderline heterosexual"
- I'm really more of a "feline enthusiast"
- Kinda like William S. Burroughs, I guess?
...This was quite possibly the worst nightmare I've had
Ever since dreaming about
Ambrose Bierce's 'The Damned Thing'
- I wish I never had to sleep again...
...I'm terrified to dream of 'The King in Yellow'
by Robert W. Chambers!
I have been condemned to a fate worse than Poe!
And H.P. Lovecraft is sooo-oh-oh-oh,
Ridiculously jealous of me too!
So don't start to panic - It isn't just you...
Categories:
tampon, destiny, dream, funny, gothic,
Form: Free verse
The walker never stops oozes hot dripping flesh , rotten teeth ,rotten tampon , rotten new life.
Now she walks with no goal in mind of where to go , only the flies that follow her have a goal the smell and the taste of rotten flesh so they follow on wherever she goes.
She walks alone , never sleeping there is no need, never feeling there is nothing left to feel .
Only To Feed Oneself Has Become the quest.
Starving and alone it walks alone. She walks alone.
Categories:
tampon, confusion, dark, death, grief,
Form: I do not know?
Prince Harry bared his bottom
So that all the world could see;
He didn’t seem embarrassed
By his lack of modesty.
Cavorting in a Vegas suite,
This soldier, on a leave,
Allowed himself the freedom
That Prince Charles could not believe.
So, summoned to the royal digs,
Did Harry get a thrashing?
If so, his dad’s a hypocrite,
With follies worth rehashing.
For I remember Charles confessing,
On the phone, with amp on,
That his desire was to be
His dear Camilla’s tampon.
He didn’t know the phone was tapped
And clueless, too, was Harry;
Such antics merely feed the press
With royal commentary.
Before we blame the wayward prince
For stripping on his spree,
We should acknowledge apples
Falling not far from their tree.
Categories:
tampon, people,
Form: Rhyme
These women are fiction, fake, they just ARE NOT real
The following is a list of statements to inform others of how I feel:
These men are a trip with their feminine traits
They wine and moan like they need a tampon and a piece of chocolate cake
And I'm so sick of these weak lies and lame excuses
Unless its about some good sex, I consider a man useless
And these dumb women can have these weak, wanna-be, men
They can all drown in their own stupidity until the world comes to an end
And I hope that every dead-beat father suffers
Here's a shout out to all the real baby mothers
And a toast to the real men and women of 2011
Bottoms up at communion, I'll see you in heaven
I'll be sitting beside the preacher and his mistress
While the devil passes me the kush, with God as my witness
Categories:
tampon, people, women, men, women,
Form: Rhyme
William in Drag
Shakespeare
Makes *****
An Alter Boy’s Job
Handles
Candles
Fancy Nude Dancer
Jangles
Spangles
English Only Creed
Banish
Spanish
Origami Artist
Paper
Shaper
Dynamite
Whammo
Ammo
New Feminine Hygiene Product
Clamp-On
Tampon
Categories:
tampon, funny
Form: Rhyme
I am not scared at all of this monthly story;
Blood always flows into one big toilet;
But as of today, I have gotten old.
Pads don't really work - I must confess;
The blood doesn't stop flowing;
I am one step away from going insane.
What is it in a tampon that stops the flow:
It hurts me so because its long and uncomfortable;
Blood always needs to be stopped.
With one plunge - up the vagina lunge.
Now hangs the tampon strings.
Here is a lovely story for girls who deal with tampon strings.
Categories:
tampon, angst
Form: I do not know?