Tag: men

I don’t want to do for a man

I don’t want to get married again

I don’t want to do for a man

Will he do for me?

Let’s wait and see

I am writing an ode to the sun

I don’t want to bury a man

Along will his cast iron pan.

Maybe I’m trans

Come be my friend

My social life is just a sham

In his own lone wishes he is trapped

No woman ever can be what he dreams

Nor can such give comfort on the road.

Yet every night he plots and thinks and schemes.

And rarely does he ever go abroad.

No food he eats will satisfy his tongue.

The best wine is as naught to mother’s milk.

He grumbles and will not admit to wrong.

I ‘ve known more men than him of this same ilk.

No bed can be the right one for his sleep.

No sheets and pillows suit his wary skin.

He often has made gentle maidens weep

Crying out they’are fat or boney thin.’

Beware the man who never can adapt

For in own lone wishes he is trapped


	


	



			
				


			

			
The gay nurses wink
		
	
	

		
My husband stole my shoes yesterday


As for his own,he’s reluctant to pay.


I hope that’s the end


I shall go round the bend


If my clothes keep on going his way.


 


For  what will the doctors all think


If he wears underwear that’s pale pink?


He will say he’s going blind


And that was all he could find.


Then I shall observe all the gay  nurses wink

	


	



			
				


			

			
Fighting over a man
		
	
	

		
m so shy I read a book as I walk down the street.


Once I walked right under a bus.It was stationary!


So now I pretend I’m talking on my mobile.


 


He was into Lacan


Is he really?


OMG.


Whatever next!


I’m almost at the Mall.I think i’ll have a coffee.


See you later,got to go.


See,maybe all those folk


 


walking along with a cell phone or just pretending like me….


Are they really talking to another person ?


I must be careful reading in the Underground…who knows what’s lurking down there?


I saw him first.Let go.


He’s mine!


 

	


	



			
				


			

			
Fighting over a man
		
	
	

		
m so shy I read a book as I walk down the street.


Once I walked right under a bus.It was stationary!


So now I pretend I’m talking on my mobile.


 


He was into Lacan


Is he really?


OMG.


Whatever next!


I’m almost at the Mall.I think i’ll have a coffee.


See you later,got to go.


See,maybe all those folk


 


walking along with a cell phone or just pretending like me….


Are they really talking to another person ?


I must be careful reading in the Underground…who knows what’s lurking down there?


I saw him first.Let go.


He’s mine!