Men don’t compliment anymore.
You’re beautiful;
You have an amazing smile;
You’re eyes sparkle in the sunlight;
Those words of adoration
Don’t exist—
Only barks from backseats of passing
Buicks as I cross the street, and
Ass grabs on sidewalks from
Horny teenagers drinking
Fruit juice wrapped in
Brown paper bags.
—Nortina
Today’s poem is a combination of Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Germany’s #frapalymo which Bee will be translating into English for us at The Bee Writes… The prompt for SoCS is compliment/complement. Today’s prompt for #frapalymo is “write a poem about the city.” Now, have at it!
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Sad but true for many of us. Nicely done. 🙂
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How sad that there is so much truth in your words. Excellent Nortina. 🙂
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what a brilliant combination but a sad theme 🙂 no gentlemen anywhere or they are in hiding 🙂
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Nice
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