Dear Irresponsible Men

Dear Irresponsible Men,

I’ve come in peace. May you please take a seat and let’s discuss this issue within. If “doubts” were a woman with long hair, pink lips, curvy waist and smooth thighs, we would have bonded so well.

You see, I’ve come to believe “insecurities” live in our skin. We put on ego and and cover our faces with pride as if “masking” is “loving”. The way we go home to a faithful woman, lying to her face as if dying is pleasant and sweet. The way we look into “honesty” and not give a shit is really terrifying. So let’s get started; I’ve just begun.

My fellow men; I’ve had blind-dates with peer pressure (I mean from erection all the way down to late nights conversations). I know the way we wrap 4 senses against 1, which is “seeing”. The way we attach our feelings to what we see is beginning to worry me. So irresponsible that we won’t control even ourselves but fight daily to control our ladies. What a tragedy?
It’s amazing how we fear ourselves; it’s not true you might say, but again you should ask yourself!
When the sun closes it’s curtain doing the day, and when evening shades come knocking your heart to walk home to “loyalty”, do not digress. Do not!

Irresponsible men, far from accepting reality. Too close to the addiction of “not giving a fuck kinda feeling”. We are insecure by evil, always putting in thoughts that will satisfy our selfish will. Sometimes leaving the place women have kept for a while just to cover our ego. We escape so quickly to the vines of dishonesty branches.

Listen, the intimate parts of our body are beaten. Our minds always never settling, our bodies practice the art of “holding” so we crave women who have somehow misunderstood their purpose. We run to them to practice satisfaction, skin to skin and lashes to eyelids, fighting not to see what we fear, we loose ourselves. We run astray, humans without identity, we travel back and forth the earth searching for romance and sex, eager to hold onto lips and anxious to erect and cum, and back to searching we do repeat the damm story.

Listen, irresponsible men are many. We listen to the world’s biggest joke called “loving”. We laugh when it’s funny, we cry when it’s dirty and we suck on frustrations like babies when we are the victims. We are childish, we are men with no Vision! Now is the time to understand that all our ideas of right and wrong are just training wheels to be laid aside when we meet a decent lady.

I’ve come in peace, no false notion of myself. I’ve laid my living body. Fear and pain have turned to ashes, irresponsibility is foolery, so I’ve come screaming from my guts of infinite existence, striving to mend a hobby. Join me, let’s create a cemetery. Let our hearts lay our bodies to a place of control. Let’s put irresponsibility in a web, let us crack open our lives and show the examples we have inside.


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