You nurture intensity.
Ripped jeans define you.
Dreams writhe on your
needled flesh, henna tattoos.

You intend to be shocking,
commanding the stage,
an open mic poet
who's all the rage.

But Your crudeness lacks power,
Your reason lacks sense,
It's all vulgar ranting
an offering of offense.

I long to hear passion,
borrow some from me.
I don't need to know how
you lost your virginity.

Your sexual habits.
Are not my affair.
This is mental masterbation
you're attempting to share.

An ode to your vagina,
Then you spit on hate-mongers.
You want me to weep over
your lesbian mothers?

I shake my head sadly,
Common Jack, get a clue!
Why must the world
be all about you?

Art is, you believe,
tossing filth in review.
an ape does the same
at play in the zoo.

Language is powerful
in its simplicity
strong--in its truth--
a treasury.

When allowed to ferment
It's two heart touching,
not an exhibition
of cunning.

Say something that means
something vital to you.
And whispher it gently
each word will burn through.

Share your souls essence
give dreams a form.
challenge my perceptions
with rhythem, cadence, and charm...

then I'll give you the praise
you need to feed upon.
What's that you say? Your
reproductive organ is how long?

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based on an actual event.
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