How I hate men
With their boyish grins and devilish smiles
Their greasy hair and bushed brows
I hate their arrogance
Their sarcastic flair
The acts of entitlement
And the disregard of life
Forms
So susceptible to stupidity
As they climb trees and slide on roofs
Careful.
Young man
You dont want to lose a tooth
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Growing Pains
PoetryThe cool metal ran along their hand like a blanket of snow; cold, light, blank. To think that such a blade could end something so precious - so beautiful, within seconds. How could someone do so with no hesitation? Perhaps it is the thought of reli...
