The RiGHTeous ReignMan Poem


May 15 by The Running Son

Batman the Dark Knight
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The RiGHTeous ReignMan



I will reign down.
an indignation never seen
in any land, anywhere
ever. Men, grab you girls and find the balls
to shield them


it’s gonna be raining men.
friggin LA gang-land style baby
a reign of terror
then graciously ballin y’all into dough balls,
then kicking your silly bodies
up you’re silly

You know better. Or did
as liddle-beety babies
back when you had sense enuf
to look deep at women
and mothers
and your baby-girl
at that first grade school dance.

but wtf
stuck now–
dont touch me
dont disrespect
i’ll use you up dog

or maybe you’ll do work for me–got projects.
yeah, big ones
see im working on this one thing but my baby wont
shut up.
Bro, there are days

when P.eriod.
and maybe you get your deserved
maybe not
but I really you hope you doo(!)

find your dreams,
spiral up
like Charlie damn Sheen
just be
the winning-MAN all the time.

In between,
if you do. not. wake-up
little baba
nono not know
how to treat that precious soul sitting there holding you up?

I swear before the deep blue vast yonder
your ass
will be fed to stars like moon chowder
if you
dont love you woman harder.




by Jim Aldrich



╚══════════════════ <– thru the portal is Kira’s blog and the post i created this poem on. Great poetry. even better times. thanks, kira. 

jim ♫

Dedicated in particular to my “ex”, Didi, aka my help-goddess. I dont need any ring now to know that. Plus she could take most guys out with no hands.


.namaste.   -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-   .namaste.


6 thoughts on “The RiGHTeous ReignMan Poem

  1. Kira says:

    It was even better the second time reading it!! 🙂 Thanks for having fun with Wordle Wednesday!

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