art of silence. (2)

second in a series of poem. this one's about chicks.

she runs her mouth way too f*****g much and she drives men to do what they want

she doesn't see the wrong and her actions only carry her toward what she wants.


she's out in the naked night and does her best to impress the room

she feels only the eyes on her madness and is numb to the melody of the tune.


she doesn't care in her drunken frenzy she brings shame and dishonor to new levels

she lays there without grace or caring only hungry for more and more fellows.


you don't have to be kind
this b***h is lacking mind.


she's redeemable yes just as every human is but this ones further away
she'll only want the whiskey and hte buzz she wants nothing else from the day

she forgets that the brain is in the head and not resting in your chest
she's almost like a man in the sense that between the sheets she feels her best.


cut throat and dirty this girl is your fear
but all she is wanting is for someone near.

don't be fooled she doesn't expect nor need your respect and kindness
don't feel bad you're doing what you want, it's her plan, now remain in blissful blindness.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime only peace can be in good sex. Woman and men are the same now. I like this girl. I met a few in my 15 years in the Army. They can test your spirit and make you beg for more. A excellent chapter. I like this chapter.
Coyote

[funeralmoon]

nice, good poem to fit the title. :)