Maladjusted men sometimes don't know how to love;
They merely suffer the lie of indigo infatuation
That titillates their lemon libido and dims their saucy sensibility;
They jump on the beige bandwagon of flabby flirtation
To pluck the pleasure of pussy passion
And waste wonderful women during grim gestation.
Mad men turn women into boxing bags;
They feed them on bored bun, blind biscuit and boastful bean;
From bandy binge drinking they cause a shameful scene
And whack their warm woman, their quaint queen
Who they promised to love and hold till drab death
Does them part and return to soil their gaudy gangrene.
Some men leave their hairy home early morning and return late;
They have no tiny time to interact with their squidgy son
Who'll otherwise think mean misogyny is the correct choice
Until mutinous misery and sunken sorrow him stun
All the dim days of his lonely life;
Humorous happiness and pink peace of mind he knows none.
john sensele
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monkey-see-monkey-do-6/
