by Fil Phresh
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Not all good men are gone. Here are their words.
Iím homesick, my bodies a tent. Heavens supposed to be where home is. I guess itís safe to say Godís people are homeless. And I donít know what happened to my former world. I can no longer approach a beautiful girl and tell her, ďYou seem very classy. And if your personality was anything like the way you look, then we should at least be friends.Ē without her thinking 5000 steps ahead to an imaginary time where Iíll cheat on her, causing nothing but heartbreak. So she sucks her teeth at me, smirks, and walks off, thinking all men are dogs.
And I wanna catch up to her to say, Iím sorry to burst this bubble for you love, but not all men are dogs. While most are scheming of ways on how they can gaze at only the TOP of your headÖIíd rather find a way to get you to open the keys to your mind up even though your name is all you said. Weíre not all dogs. But if, and only if, we were all dogs, then Iím sorry love, you would unfortunately be considered a female dogÖand Iíll leave it at that.
Iím tired of this constant battle between us men at my age trying to prove weíre not all the same while most women at the same age dressing like they crave AIDS continue calling each other bitches, sluts, or hoes like itís a synonym for their real names. Us good men have minds that stay wondering of ways to improve your days on this world that is slowly passing away so whatís left to say other thanÖ
We are not all the same. But donít get me wrong, some men are monogamously challenged, and your attempts to domesticate a wild dog is as pointless as telling two deaf kids to play Marco Polo. So this poem might go to deaf ears, but hopefully the oneís able to hear will take heed to Morpheusí line to free your mind, and stop wasting time to bitch and whine and understand us real men are out here on our grind, so who are you to say we are all the same?
This isnít the world I was meant to be in.
So Iím homesick, my bodies a tent, Heavens supposed to be where home is. I guess itís safe to say Godís people and us good men are homeless.
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|Reviewed by T Jett (Reader)
|This is great writing, Fil! And you are so right! Not all men are dogs ... Many women do stereotype men as dogs from their own bad experiences and miss out on the opportunity when a great man comes along. There are great men such as yourself still around! Enjoyed your write!|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Actions speak louder than words. I found that women like bad boys that they can't live with. The only thing a person can do is live their life and, believe it or not, good women will see what a good man you are and before you know it you will have to fight them off.
Remember, women like words, but they'll see right through any insincerity.
Thanks for sharing your ideas for us.