Men Only GamersA Poem by icelandicblue
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says the plaintive banner in a cool shade of blue hanging like the sky above my words. I'm not always a rule follower but still I check my work with the zeal of a pig snuffling out truffles for any trace or scent of impropriety. Maturity, a coming of age, the magic of eighteen and that thought truly makes me chuckle but I keep it in my thought bubble. I understand and yet...I don't sexual material is easy to find . It blazes like a neon light blinking into the window of a cheap motel. And then I see the long fingers of money, pays for sex but likes it behind locked doors. Violence, horror, suicide, and drugs slip subjectively through the sluice gate with the stealth of the cartel. And so these thoughts roll around my head my own little barrel of monkeys until I begin to join them together in a bent arm string of thought. And then I see to the right of my "home" feed an advertisement with an terrifyingly buxom virtual woman holding a sword bold, highly sexed and dangerous beneath her own banner waving Men Gamers Only. I am the daughter of Title IX my stilettos are finely honed, there is no game too dangerous for I walk on sharpened knives. Had you really wanted a Valkyrie all you had to do was ask, I won't tell- you see I can be whatever I want to be even if only in wordy worldly images. So how far do you want to go? I've run these bases before they ever had cleats for girls. Only to now lament, "Oh the hypocrisy." © 2014 icelandicblueFeatured Review
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Added on April 6, 2014Last Updated on April 7, 2014 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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