Day: October 1, 2024

She wanted a manly man
Not a sissified soy-burgered boy
She wanted a bona fide strong-minded man
Not a weakened man poisoned by toxic femininity
Who grew up playing with barbie dolls
Brainwashed by a delusional birthing person

She wanted a manly man
Not a weakened man poisoned by toxic femininity
She wanted an old school Stallone or an Eastwood
Not an emasculated girl-like substitute
She had no use for feminized or binary men
She wanted a manly man
And married one

Bob Boyd

Though her cousin was personable and funny
She always sensed bad energy around him,
And she always avoided being with him.
Others didn’t seem to feel the bad energy.
Maybe she had a paranormal sixth sense.
Whatever she had, it was unfailing.
Five of her family members were poisoned to death
From sirloin steaks garnished with botulinum poison
That her evil cousin prepared for them
At a gather she had refused to attend,
Her sixth sense warning her to stay away.
When she warned her family members about attending,
They dismissed her superstitious and unfounded fears.

Bob Boyd

They just wanted to live their lives
In happiness, peace and harmony
Without wars with other countries.
Though they were doves,
Their peace and love didn’t matter;
They lived in a country of hawks..

When the war started
Like thunder and lightning
In the flaming night skies,
When the bombs fell,
The bombs didn’t separate
The doves from the hawks,
Didn’t care about peace and love
And the doves died with the hawks.

Bob Boyd

Born into prosperity
Had all the advantages
Grew rebellious
And bored with
Her predictable life
Squandered her
Advantages
Her comfortable
And secure life
On wild party times
On drugs and
Dissipation
For a hedonistic life

Lost her
Inheritance
Didn’t care
Now she’s homeless
And on the streets
Strung out on drugs
Trapped in
Soul slaying
Addiction
Destitute and
Selling her body
For another fix
Living in a hell
Far from the heaven
Of her early life

Bob Boyd

Her days and nights have grown colder
Her life has become more desolate
Since she left her devoted husband
For a sordid Facebook affair
That ended soon after
Her departure from her husband
For a fickle fake lover
Now far too late to reconcile
She bemoans the regrettable loss
She regrets the impulsive mistake
And wishes she never left
The man who really loved her
For a foolish Facebook fling

Bob Boyd