are we wretched men indeed
when you've shown it all before?
are we detestable men in greed
when you know that you're a whore?
your flashy lips and lily-white thighs
you know no shame nor limits.
when daddy gives you his advice
you should've jot down every minute.
drown yourself in your pop and dance
leave the world a blur of colour.
let the speakers pull you to a trance
won't notice your sight grow duller.
these showy lights and upbeat songs
won't guarantee your safe return.
when we sick men are charmed with your wrongs
you better be real concerned.
in these flashing lights and drunken world
do you think it's easy to detect?
the disappearance of another girl?
another case void of clues and suspect.
and though you may cry a million tears
and plead for your sweet freedom
you were the one who granted your fears
and thrusted yourself in this prison.
for when did skin and music mix
well with lust and beer?
i don't do magic but here are my tricks
stay aware of men, my dear.
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Poetry| 1st Place for Summer Sun Awards (Beginner's Firsts) | | 2nd Place for the Pinpoint Awards | | Finalist for the 2016 Awards | It matters not what people think regarding things you believe strongly in. Perhaps, it may even help to even spread...
