Sunday, October 14, 2012

A Poem (something different)


The men who like to dress like women  

The women who are somehow masculine 

The ones with burns or scars, the ugly, the too beautiful, the hairy and the hairless 

The old  

Why are we not seen? 

Why are we not heard? 

Or are we and it is just me and my unadjusted errors? 

Natural selection or over selectivity? 

We pick the young shapeless ones only
 
Their perfect salon hair, whitened teeth and gym sculpted bodies

Problem is that none of this is hereditary
 
They will have children as empty and full of nothingness as them 

Aren't I as worthy? 

Aren't you? 

Stupid question
 
I guess as we all will fuck anyway and our progeny will continue. Hopefully into a more tolerant world where beauty is real and the real is appreciated.

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