Maxwell Ryder : Writing

F*ck'em all!

F*ck'em all!

A Poem by Maxwell Ryder


They want me to be something other than me
Questions hung

Questions hung

A Poem by Maxwell Ryder


Tories vs Labour
No commotion

No commotion

A Poem by Maxwell Ryder


When I was young, I needed noise and motion; Now that I'm old, I need quiet and devotion. F*ck all this commotion!
panties down

panties down

A Poem by Maxwell Ryder


I am a bra strap clasp That craves to be undone Then slung Over the back of the couch, Have my panties pulled down And scream and shout Freeeeee..
Saloon

Saloon

A Poem by Maxwell Ryder


I best be movin' to the saloon then, where the loose women roam and the barman tends.
Alphabet puke

Alphabet puke

A Poem by Maxwell Ryder


Alpha and Omega Ganged up on Beta; Ate his alphabet soup. How low will language stoop To inflict censure or rebuke? As long as it takes to Regu..
Toy of Troy

Toy of Troy

A Poem by Maxwell Ryder


I am toying with the idea, of being toyed with. But I will not hide in the horse of Troy. I am not a penis, which hides silent and flaccid, until ..
Rumor writes

Rumor writes

A Poem by Maxwell Ryder


Rumor writes with its own copyright Up and down, left and right, It scrolls men and women's souls, Invading minds, Shrouding them in night, It f..
War relics

War relics

A Poem by Maxwell Ryder


I went to war with a platoon of men When bullets flew, They became like women in the trench, wearing pantaloons; Men cried, then suddenly wilted, ..
Give me imperfection

Give me imperfection

A Poem by Maxwell Ryder


How endearing is a scar? People like faces clean, like they do their cars, New, without dent or ding, so they cut, inject, lift In pursuit of pri..