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 hep, look, 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, 'nything 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 n'er 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. Assembl

Dare I not ask this question if A rapist you have been, While I recall my past, I doubt If one have I not been - By deeds of fact or fantasy, Excusing, acquiescing, If guilt is sure not mine omitting Either abetting ! 'The Anthem' indicts me, 'The rapist  is you', And humble I oblige to slur  that's true; In me reside the cannibalist  pride, But brazenly worship I a god i nside ! From cradle when I first heard rape cries I panicked at the kind : So different, so painful, and So ghastly I resign'd; And heard have I those cries echoing At theaters, malls, film halls - In sadistic remakes and makes, The sleaze big yet enthralls.  Rapes never end, rapists n'er bend The bender being nowhere. In narcissistic confederate, Every one is bizarre;  Behind denouncing of 'predation' I am a chauvinist, And through the pimpish custom I find I've turn'd a masochist. The moneyed throng the pleasure hubs  in glare That makes the

"Stay a bit, oh Miss ! The rapist is in  your path.", Reports the State, and with  apparent wrath Threatens the crook with characterless  warning, "Get out you bad guy, our daughter is  coming." The caution, the frown now, then f orgetful next, The steps to cure the crime can't leave t he text, And 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 xploitation. 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, Buff