Day: October 5, 2024

She shows off her body on porn sites
And feels not a bit of guilt about it.
Makes loads of money paid by fools
And feels no shame about it.
The money is more important
Than her nonexistent morals,
Her soiled reputation.

She even brazenly brags
About all the money she makes
Revealing her intimate parts.
Maybe one day she’ll regret
How she cheapened herself.
But she loves the money,
And all the things she can buy
Way too much for any guilt
About how she has
Compromised herself.

Bob Boyd

Norma never needed a man.
Her career was more important,
And a man would get in the way
Of her climb up the corporate ladder,
Of her shattering the glass ceiling.
Many men asked her out
But her career was more important.
She attained an executive position,
Made a handsome six figure income.
At age fifty she began wanting a man
And bemoaned what she missed,
A family, a house, and children.
But men no longer desired her,
And they no longer asked her out.

Bob Boyd

Fireflies in summer nights
Flashing your mating lights
Like others in this creation
You seem to exist to mate
Solely to mass procreate
Probably you mate for life
Unlike more complicated
Human men and women
Many of whom separate
After they procreate
Their mating lights
Extinguished

Bob Boyd

He never wanted a common life.
He wanted to be noticed.
He wanted to be different.
He had work done on his face
To make him look like a demon.
He got more attention than he wanted
When he frightened a crazy man
Who saw him one foggy night
On a New York City street
The crazy man thought he was a demon
He yelled, “Get behind me Satan!”
He pulled out a knife and stabbed him
To death to send the demon back to hell.

Bob Boyd