Men, they are a peculiar bunch
They push you down, kick you, and even take your lunch
Always willing to take or give the next punch
Never quick to show feelings
But offer their point of veiw when they feel its needed
Inciteful, Cunning, Bashful, Soooth
I even found some that were cool
Meaningless sometimes frivilous
Complelling, Jaded, Strict, and yes
Some are even dicks
All of the good qualities they posses are void
Evil overpowers Good and woman is left to restore
Not saying I blame them but
The pain is from them
Not knowing what to expect
Always wanting to be their best
Pulling your hair out becuase you can't resist that scent his brain gave off when he walked by
Him telling you one thing, when you knew it was lie
So you gave into his manipulative ways
Thinking it would only be a phase
Then came the days, that grew longer and longer
Still by his side
Knowing you weren't getting any stronger
So now you linger
And your mind starts to drift to nomadic regions
Deep in thought you fall forever
Wishing that you were a little more clever
Now all you have to do is pull that fucking LEVER, and let go.



When a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth - Saul Williams