Jan 21, 2017, 4:53 PM

The man of tomorrow 

  Poetry » Love, Phylosophy, Other
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I am not like other men.
I’ve no wish to pretend
to be what women like..
I am on a love strike!
For love is lies and dust
powered by our very lust.
To lose oneself to romance
is to be crazed by fragrance
of creatures poisonous
that wish to toy with us.
Where is the spirit of freedom
when faced with endless serfdom? ...

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