The red poppy bloom,
Flashing like neon Barbie pussy,
Has caught my attention,
And fixated my gaze…
Today I saw a mouth,
I’d like to suck.
Not fuck.
Pretty rare, indeed…
Critics of Sex Whores,
Point to STDs,
And unwanted pregnancies.
But what about the suicides,
Stress,
Neuroses,
And broken families,
Brought about by the commonly ‘sanctioned’,
Prostitution of the mind,
Taking place every day,
In ‘sanctioned’ brothels,
Known as the workplace?
I don’t enjoy watching anyone being hurt,
Without just cause,
Whether it be their sex,
Brain,
Or any other body part,
Being traded for cash…
But that’s work!
We were born into a world,
Where we must work,
For our sustenance and survival.
Constant exchange of goods and services.
A harsh fact that will remain,
Even after all thieves are done away with.
But why is the brain so degraded,
As to be freely sold and brutalized,
While asses, cunts and cocks remain off-limits?
We can, of course, complain theoretically,
But this point can be made much more emphatically,
If we’d actually patronize the sex whores,
Who are so wrongly chastised,
For at least one day a year,
On International Whores’ Day.
When religions failed to curb our libidos,
Along came STDs with their list-o’-woes,
And the orgy effectively froze.
But then the scientists arose,
Like (new) mythological heroes,
And the Bacchanalia once again flows,
And confines monogamy to those,
Who fill cathedral rows,
And comfortably doze,
To throes of deathly prose.
Who came up with the fucked-up twosome,
‘Sex and Violence?’
I don’t see the connection!
I love one and hate the other!
I’d sooner say ‘Sex and Air.’
Or ‘Sex and Food.’
Or ‘Violence and Cancer.’
Or ‘Violence and Shit.’
Or ‘Violence and Greed.’
Or ‘Violence and Disease.’
Or ‘Sex and Love.’
Or ‘Sex and Music.’
Or ‘Sex & Coffee.’
Or ‘Sex and God.’ (Bacchus, not Jehovah!)
So who came up with the absurd set of
‘Sex & Violence?’
I don’t see the connection at all!
They’re trying to do away with sex altogether,
That’s what it is!
No more ungodly orgasms.
Period!
They’d love to have test-tube babies only!
Where the semen itself,
Would be extracted directly from our testicles,
Via syringes!
Ouch!
Have you ever been shocked,
By your own fantasies?
Sexual,
Or otherwise?
Shocked by your ability,
To posses desires such as these?
Then please kill your shock!
It’s just adding to the overall negative energy,
That we all then have to endure.
Embrace your fantasies!
And fuck ‘authorities’,
Who would dare tamper,
with your varieties!
Savor your wildest dreams!
Study them,
Embrace them,
And cuddle them,
Before deciding
If they are worthy,
Of translation,
Into action.
Those that don’t make the cut,
Should be filed away,
For future consideration,
Or at least inspiration…
Keep digging!
Overcome your fear of discovery,
Or fear of being discovered,
By flouting ALL the details,
And nuances!
Share a compromising self-portrait,
Why don’t you?
Celebrate the kaleidoscopic fireworks,
Of our libidos,
Tastes,
And dreams…
It’s all human!
It’s all part of the experience!
‘Show me yours, I’ll show you mine!’
This mutual exposure,
And exhibitionism,
Will ease it up for everyone!
I wear my subconscious on my sleeve,
An Uber-trait, I believe…
A bit disarming to other species,
Particularly their she’s…
But my honey still attracts the bees,
With ease,
Even when I taunt and tease,
And dangle my innards in the open breeze!
And I wouldn’t stuff them back inside,
Even if all pussy were to open wide!
No reward can compare,
To bathing your core in fresh air!
All your secrets, desires and contradictions,
Dancing celebratory,
Without restrictions!
Puts Freud out of business,
That great ol’ human mind poet,
But even he’d show forgiveness,
To see me crack my code and show it…
We will never be whole,
Until we embrace every hole…
Our complete sexuality…
Entirely and thoroughly…
Celebrating every subtlest aspect of it,
For the truly beautiful,
Healthy,
Holy thing,
It is!
Few have analyzed themselves as honestly,
Accurately,
And thoroughly,
And then made those analyses public.