May 15 by The Running Son
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 your baby-girl
at that first grade school dance.
dont touch me
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
Bro, there are days
when you.are.the.man. P.eriod.
and maybe you get your deserved
but I really you hope you doo(!)
find your dreams,
like Charlie damn Sheen
the winning-MAN all the time.
if you do. not. wake-up
nono not know
how to treat that precious soul sitting there holding you up?
I swear before the deep blue vast yonder
will be fed to stars like moon chowder
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.
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.