poor men...the dogs...
whip out their rods
and draw the various "ohhs" and "ahhs"
from every woman who wants
to be protected and supported
as they feather nests and their beds
poor women...the pussies...
love their big strong breadwinners
while mocking them to their girlfriends
or keeping it warm with the usual
round-up of strays because for all their homing desire
they need it fresh sometimes...wet warm gaps...
and the gays and lesbians who trade
plus and minus taking turns wearing
the apron or the jock in the house
accordingly and finding gender has nothing in this
just one who needs to dominate and be boss
the other to be dominated and answers to "serf"
a free and equal love?
where's my "Bwahhhhahaaaa!?"
poor heads all who think they transcend
when all they do is affirm...who brings the bird and who basts it...
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