My Poems

I'm sexier than any girl you see, And comment 'sexiest', happiest will I be. Do stare at me -- feline I sashay by, Alluring more than whole ramp can display. A tease you may remark or chick of class, Or say a bombshell kind of naughty lass. Imagine what you may, but I do state, Kim, Mad or JeLo can't with theirs equate. My gyrating body curve will take you bound The orbit's longest course the sun around; Measure me length and breadth, bottom and top, So great a monument to grab and grope; From front, a Three-D touch you'll get I bet, See my behind, anything else you shall hate; My unsagging breasts do never tell you a lie Or my unwobbling ass does never go loose by; A luscious well of fun for carnal bliss-- The honeycomb that's me shall not perish; No whore, endure can I 'one-night-stand' voyage- A perfect toast on bed for lucky guys. In open gesture am I, in courteous guise-- The cynosure of all lascivious eyes. Assemble for m

Dare I not ask you the question if A rapist you haven't been, But when I recall my past, I doubt If one have I not been-- By deeds of fact or fantasy, Or excusing, or acquiescing; If guilt is surely not my omitting Or abetting? 'The Anthem' indicts me, 'The rapist is you.' And humble do I oblige to the slur that's true; In me resides the cannibalist pride, But brazenly worship do I God inside! Right from the cradle, When I first heard the rape cries, I panicked at their kind -- So different, so painful, and so ghastly  That to ignorance I resign'd. And heard have I those cries  Echoing from thickets, and theaters,  From motels, from malls; In sadistic remakes and makes, The sleaze big yet enthralls.  Rapes never end and rapists never bend, The bender being nowhere. In the narcissistic confederate, Every one is bizarre. Behind the denouncing of 'predation', I am a chauvinist, And through the pimpish custom, I find I've turn&

"Stay a bit, oh Miss; the rapist is in  your path!", Reports the State, and with  apparent wrath Threatens the crook with characterless  warning, "Go away, you bad guy; our daughter is  coming." The caution and frown now, then f orgetful next, The steps to cure the crime can't leave t he text, And the sin of omission so deep  abiding The opportunistic mind, it keeps  recurring. Relish the beasts as they lick off their lips The bloody morsels of our daughter. Weeps Her sieged up soul deaden'd in ghastly shock -- A sacrifice like a goat on the block! The crime from yore yet brutally  on rise, Yet batters women this ruffian  malaise; The wild instinct of male  domination Yet theme for all for various e xploitations. The maniacs wreck havoc of lust  and rape Impunely from their savage hide;  and safe, Possessive humans start up from  their flinching And rant and rave adrenaline f ast rushing. Decry the crime the blokes and blondes i n guise,