Pathetic

The boys are in a conference room.
Their hands are on their penises,
And they are looking at each other,
Worried that someone somewhere
Will laugh, humiliating them.
It's time for them to prove they're
Tough. There's no better way to do
That than by blowing up some
Things, or people, either will be fine.
By doing so, they'll gain respect.
They lift their hands out of their
Pants, and march out of the
Conference room into a kitchen
Down the hall where they will
Order women to prepare something
To eat.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-04-08 at 15:22

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