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An Opinion
I apologize for the very explicit nature and angry tone of this piece today. It served a purpose for me and definitely helped to vent. Sometimes you have to get things off your chest. Maybe it will be humorous enough to be forgiven.
For the first time in my life I'm starting
To get angry and not like men. One
Whom I always thought I could
Count on, despite the fact he's very
Young, who was always so kind and
Nice to me acted like a complete guy
The other night. Floored me. I think
He's gone now, and I don't care. I'll
Get over it. I've spent the morning
Using all my energy to make guys
Cum. They're never happy with what
I send, it's never enough, always more
More more. As soon as they shoot
They're out the door, and I completely
Understand. But I'm getting so tired
Of it all. I need a job desperately. I
Could have spent the morning taking
The bus and filling out applications.
The one I was really impressed with,
The one who actually took me out
On a date the other night (what the
Fuck is a date?) unmatched me.
True he was only in town for his job.
He knows I was without water and
He promised next time I could take
A hot shower at his hotel. It was nice
He said that. I wish he wouldn't have
Lied. Stop lying to me. I'm not a
Stupid woman. I'm very intelligent
And educated, I'm just a complete
Dick worshipping cum slut. I had
The highest IQ in my junior high
Class. I'm saying when. Waiter, stop
Pouring the bullshit in my glass.
When. I've spent the past year or so
Talking to guys around the world,
All day long, every day. It's been my
Unpaid career. I'm so tired though.
Tired of never being good enough.
Tired of their fickleness. I'm almost
To the point I'd rather just sit on my
Front porch and listen to music. I'm
Almost wondering if I get more out
Of it. I realized today I've been single
For nearly twenty years. I desperately
Want someone to wake up in the
Middle of the night with a blow job.
Someone who actually misses me
During the day and cares what I think.
Hey honey, I miss you. Ughh
What does that mean? Translate please.
But I'm getting smarter, even if I'm way
Too fragile right now. I can sniff the
Assholes from a mile away. And now
I hit the unmatch and unfriend and
Block buttons. See ya wouldn't wanna
Be ya. They can all suck my big
Fat throbbing twitching aching dick
Today. Worship MY dick today boys,
I'm done. Get on your knees and
Suck it. And slobber all over it.
Because I like messy sloppy head.
For the first time in my life I'm starting
To get angry and not like men. One
Whom I always thought I could
Count on, despite the fact he's very
Young, who was always so kind and
Nice to me acted like a complete guy
The other night. Floored me. I think
He's gone now, and I don't care. I'll
Get over it. I've spent the morning
Using all my energy to make guys
Cum. They're never happy with what
I send, it's never enough, always more
More more. As soon as they shoot
They're out the door, and I completely
Understand. But I'm getting so tired
Of it all. I need a job desperately. I
Could have spent the morning taking
The bus and filling out applications.
The one I was really impressed with,
The one who actually took me out
On a date the other night (what the
Fuck is a date?) unmatched me.
True he was only in town for his job.
He knows I was without water and
He promised next time I could take
A hot shower at his hotel. It was nice
He said that. I wish he wouldn't have
Lied. Stop lying to me. I'm not a
Stupid woman. I'm very intelligent
And educated, I'm just a complete
Dick worshipping cum slut. I had
The highest IQ in my junior high
Class. I'm saying when. Waiter, stop
Pouring the bullshit in my glass.
When. I've spent the past year or so
Talking to guys around the world,
All day long, every day. It's been my
Unpaid career. I'm so tired though.
Tired of never being good enough.
Tired of their fickleness. I'm almost
To the point I'd rather just sit on my
Front porch and listen to music. I'm
Almost wondering if I get more out
Of it. I realized today I've been single
For nearly twenty years. I desperately
Want someone to wake up in the
Middle of the night with a blow job.
Someone who actually misses me
During the day and cares what I think.
Hey honey, I miss you. Ughh
What does that mean? Translate please.
But I'm getting smarter, even if I'm way
Too fragile right now. I can sniff the
Assholes from a mile away. And now
I hit the unmatch and unfriend and
Block buttons. See ya wouldn't wanna
Be ya. They can all suck my big
Fat throbbing twitching aching dick
Today. Worship MY dick today boys,
I'm done. Get on your knees and
Suck it. And slobber all over it.
Because I like messy sloppy head.
Published 16th May 2017
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16th May 2017 5:00pm
16th May 2017 5:02pm
Lmao sorry for this but babe you're my best girl (insert big smiling happy face emoticon). I hope you're doing very well.
I'm doing lovely. And if I were a man I would pick yo as up, take you out and treat you except to the one thing you'd want - me.
I'd make you watch sunsets and sunrises. I'd make you listen to music and sing. I'd force you to ride shotgun through the mountains and coastal highways - the Blue Ridge and the parkways saying, "Aeh! Keep yo hands to yo self!"
And I would do that for at LEAST a week. I'd force you to eat steaks, ice-cream, watch old movies, play fucking chess ( and if you didn't know how I'd make you learn - tell you could do whatever you wanted when you beat me ( then I'd probably let you win after a week or so ;) But that's not in stone. Depends on how you enjoyed life so fucking much, you forgot about other things.) ).
But most importantly, that shit's gonna happen because I'm believing it for ya. It's time for your Catalyst to kick open the door and remind you what it's like to live, Ms. Toni you will be Scaling in Love.
I'd make you watch sunsets and sunrises. I'd make you listen to music and sing. I'd force you to ride shotgun through the mountains and coastal highways - the Blue Ridge and the parkways saying, "Aeh! Keep yo hands to yo self!"
And I would do that for at LEAST a week. I'd force you to eat steaks, ice-cream, watch old movies, play fucking chess ( and if you didn't know how I'd make you learn - tell you could do whatever you wanted when you beat me ( then I'd probably let you win after a week or so ;) But that's not in stone. Depends on how you enjoyed life so fucking much, you forgot about other things.) ).
But most importantly, that shit's gonna happen because I'm believing it for ya. It's time for your Catalyst to kick open the door and remind you what it's like to live, Ms. Toni you will be Scaling in Love.
16th May 2017 8:48pm
That's a fierce expression of opinion Toni, but your sense of humor prevails, at least in your lines. So much of this must have been painful but your poem is an absorbing and very well written vent. Maintaining a sense of humor while "a complete guy" messes with your heart and mind shows courage, seems to me. Fine work!
Anonymous
16th May 2017 10:59pm
I'm truly floored by such honesty in poetry.
I have read other pieces that people called venting, I've written my fair share, but this, is way more than brutally honest. This is way more than venting. This is a poetic look into ones soul that has a gap in it as wide as any canyon.
I hope this helped you heal slightly from the anger that inspired the words.
Thanks for allowing it to be read by others who can appreciate it.
I have read other pieces that people called venting, I've written my fair share, but this, is way more than brutally honest. This is way more than venting. This is a poetic look into ones soul that has a gap in it as wide as any canyon.
I hope this helped you heal slightly from the anger that inspired the words.
Thanks for allowing it to be read by others who can appreciate it.
