by LaVerne N. Curtis

Can you get much deeper than that?

Or is it just about hittin' the skins?

And never coming back

Who you are, or what you are

I'm not sure you even know

Since the deceit you display just seems to flow

A man....indeed

Can't even care for your seed

The latest this

The latest that

No future plans in sight

Just what woman is next up to bat

Take a look at the man in the mirror

Or should I say the lack thereof

Own your decisions

And learn the true meaning of love

You walk around and pretend to be a man

Which I find kind of odd

Since your entire existence

Is all just a



Fašade by LaVerne N. Curtis

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