Bad Attitude.

Bad Attitude
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She was shabby, and unkempt, and would not have looked out of place on a park bench
Her body language was unattractive, as she shuffled along
She did not look like at any time, that she might burst into song
She was pretty, it was true, and she knew it too
But with an attitude that was unkind and cruel

Now in my book, that just wont do
There are many more women waltzing along, who may be more to my liking
Desperate I ain’t. I can certainly wait, for a right one to come along
I’ve waited long enough, what’s another month or two
I’ll bide my time, and meet a good woman, and make her mine

Any sign of nonsense, an attitude that’s unkind
Good looking as she may be, it’s outside, that she will find herself
I could have made a move on her, and I suspect that maybe she would have liked that too
But I had a brief glimpse into her soul, of her rude and disrespectful attitude
Considered to myself, your out sweetie, that attitude, just wont do

I think I’ll move swiftly along, who knows, she may actually burst into song
Wish you well, but I reckon I’ll save myself, for a woman, with a better way of looking at life
A better way of treating strangers right
If your like this with strangers in a  public place
What would you be like when were alone, face to face

So I’ll leave you be, and wish you well, and swerve a possible relationship
That could have being nothing more than hell
Live to have another day of peace.

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Nothing.

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I have nothing to say, nothing on my brain
How am I meant to entertain and engage
Those who are kind enough to view what I write, and at times, voice their appreciation
I aint mad, angry or depressed, no toxic people on my case
Nothing of any duress happening in my life
Bit dead on the romantic scene, I must admit
Would love, love, love to meet a suitable partner
To share this life’s journey with, that’s for sure
But the landscape is incredibly barren whenever I step outside the door
I looked, just looked at a woman a few months back, not a stunner, not a beaut
More out of interest I did briefly stare
She actually physically winced, when my glance caught her eye
Just cause you’re a woman, don’t necessarily mean, I want you, let me be clear
I got standards you know, which you gotta meet, or else you aint coming in the door
I watched a pretty woman coming down the street. Our eyes did meet, and she was okay
But I had watched her briefly from afar, shoulder charge some poor fella out of her way
Good looking as she was, that was so off-putting, I turned away from her enticing glance
That’s one dance that would not end well, so I aint even moving in that direction
So there’s nothing really going on, currently.

Prostitute.

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Here I am a prostitute, what is it I must endure
I am that scarlet women, I am that filthy whore
Men who don’t care, middle class women who stare
Who worry and guess maybe its there husband whose taking off his vest
As he gropes and envelopes my breasts, as we lay together in the back of his filthy car
Where is my life going, is it going anywhere
Do you know what mate, I don’t even care
Another man, another woman, its all the same to me
I get paid, so they can do what they want to
Rape and plunder my soul, so what
Is this my life forever more, will it get better, ever
I’m dead inside, there ain’t nothing there
Happiness, grief, anger, my soul is empty chasm
Cant you see, but nobody cares
I am that scarlet woman, I am that filthy whore
My spirit a deep black hole.

 

 

 

 

Was it real ?

Interest

He passed her on the street. In the mid afternoon, the warm breeze uncharacteristic for this time of year. Global warming, he put it down to . She smiled , then looked away. He wanted her immediately, what man wouldn’t. The clear skin, the tousled light brown hair, that slim body. The tight, well fitting clothing. That way she had of moving, so attractive. A man magnet.
Would he be good enough. Would he be attractive enough. A woman as good-looking as that, surly she was already taken, Most probably she already had a rich well to do husband, or lover. He lusted after her, big time. Viewing her for only a few seconds. Already he was congiruing up images of making love to her, and proposing to her. Getting married, and the children thay would bear together. The future life they would share together.

‘What are you straing at me for ? losser ?’

Her brutal, cold and less than welcoming response, shock him from his reverly. Perhaps she was not the porcelin princess he had being imaging. Or was it a test. The test that some women throw out to men, to see if they can handle them and would they be strong enough to be a suitable future partner. Strong enough , not to pander to her nonsense.

‘Hey love, no need to get ahead of yourself. You just happen to be in the view of what I’m looking at. If that’s your attitiude, I would never be intersted in at you at all’.

She pouted, she glared and swore in response. Just revealing  more of her unattractive character. What man, aside from a masochist would be interested in getting involved with such a woman.

He passed her by, congratulaing himself on swearving a possible future rather unpleasent relationship, with an ultra high manintense woman, that would only end in heartbreak and hardship. Who needs that, he asked himself aloud.

He carried on down the street towards the open parkland in the middle of the city, welcoming the peace and sustence it afforded.

Why do attractive women act this way. The truth.

How to make sense of some women.

Just cause I ask you the way or where do I pay
Or for a product in a shop
It doesn’t mean your looks astound
Make me fall to the ground
So I drool like a fool
As you frown and look down
As I place you upon a pedestal on high

Just cause I see you walking down the street
It don’t necessarily mean I’m keen for us to meet
Maybe I don’t like the look of you
The way you hold and carry yourself
The clothes you wear and do you swear
And what kind of shoes you got ?

Maybe I’m married, perhaps I’m gay
Or maybe I ain’t interested in a relationship today
I got better things to do than spend my time drooling over you
Like take the cat for a walk, or get the project up and running at work
If you have ‘that Attitude’
The one that I find rather rude
The one that says I’m a beauty and you want me……..Yes you do
Well no I don’t especially if I see That Attitude
I think that’s quite obnoxious and believe you should be sued
For such an unhealthy view of life, causing men like myself so  much strife

A woman is a lot more to me than just how pretty she can be
The character has to be in place along with the personality
If these aspects ain’t in place,you aint even at the starting gate
Are you decent are you loyal, or do you treat men just like fools
Do you listen, are you adventurous, are you stressed or even depressed
Are you strange and bizarre, can you even drive a bloody car
Are you honest and fairly clean, or perhaps you’re kinda mean
Maybe at times even verging on the obscene
I don’t mind obscene, but rather if you were not too mean

Generosity is nice and perhaps it would make me look twice
Maybe stop and get to know you in depth
Who knows we may dip our toes, in the fringes down the road
Into the beginnings of a pleasant ongoing relationship

Are you a liar, or do you aspire, to a more honourable way of life
Are you loyal and discreet to the people that you meet
Can you fulfil the commitments that you make
Without swearing like a stressed out state trooper for goodness sake
Or Getting All Sarcastic And Calling People Mate

Are You Decent Are You Kind
Can You Hold A Man’s Attention With Your Mind
Are You Mental Are You Calm, Have You Ever Even Being To Siam ?
Were You Kind To Your Mother, How About Your Little Brother
What About Your Classmates At School
Yeah You Know…….Even The One’s Who Were Not Too Cool
Were You Cruel And Unkind,Or Did You Pay Them No Mind
These Are Some Of The Questions I Would Have For You

It’s ‘that Attitude’ That I Detest, That Some Women Wear Just Like A Vest
The One That Say’s I’m a beauty, I’m the best And You Want Me Out Of This Dress
You’d Love To Get Your Hands Upon My Chest , And More….And Yes I Know The Score
Well No, Not Really With ‘that Attitude’
It’s Not That I Get All Depressed, And Really Rather  Stressed, But This I Could Well Do Without
So When You Grow Up Maybe Give Us A Shout, And I’ll See What I Can Do For You To Help Sort You Out

If You Think Men Spend Their Time Drooling Over The Likes Of You
It’s Only Yourself You’re Fooling, We Got Better Things To Do
A Pretty Face With Nothing To Say, Does Not Make For An Entertaining Day

I Blame Men For The Predicament We’re In, Who Treat Women Like Goddesses Who Could Commit No Sin
These Foolish Men Will Have To Make Amends For Making It Worse For The Rest Of Us
From Fathers To Brothers, To Priests And Many Others, Who Put All The Emphasis On How A Girl Looks
Without Much Thought Or Consideration To Whether She Can Could Cook, Or Even Read, Write A Book
Well Not For Myself It Don’t

Unfair On Women I Have To Say, It Must Be Hard To Be Judged On How You Look Every Day
Can’t See That Changing Anytime Soon
But That’s The Way, That’s Their Lot, Their Just Gonna Have To Put Up With What They Got
That’s Their Battle, That’s Their Strife
But Not All Men Judge You For The Way You Look, Especially Those Of Us Who Like A Good Cook

A Woman With A Mind That Can Entwine, With A Personality And Character So Sweet
She’d Be Near Complete, And Maybe Good Enough To Sweep A Fella Right Off His Feet
These Are Aspects I Look For In A Woman I Might Meet

Some Women Have That Body Language And ‘that Look’, That Leaves Lesser Men Kinda Shook
The Attitude That Seems To Say, I’m Such A Beauty You Best Stay Away
I’m So Good Looking It’s Just Untrue, What In The Hell Am I Gonna Do
All The Boys Want Me, Yes They Do, It’s Just So True, Oh Good, Oh Good, Oh Goody Two Shoes
It Don’t Matter I Ain’t Got No Brain, And At Times Can Be Rather Tiresome, I’m Just Saying
But Look At Me, And You Can See, Just Look How Quiet Awesome I Can Be
My Daddy Told Me A Long Time Since, I Was A Beauty Of Exceptional Elegance
That Men Would Come From Far And Wide,To Drool And Grovel Right By My Side
It’s True, It’s True, It’s True I Say, I’m So Happy With The Way I Look Today
Now Where’s That Mirror, Then Down To The Prom
So All The Guys Can Look At Me, Like I’m A Total Sex Bomb

A Question I Would Ask Of You, Is When You Sit Alone At Night
Do You squeeze Your Buttock’s So Very Tight
Squeeze, And Squeeze And Squeeze With All Your Might, Until Your Buttock’s Cannot Take No More
Until Your Backside Is Really Sore, Or Do You Continue With Aplomb
To Get The Figure Of A Sex Bomb
Do You Ask Within Your Mind, Is Their A Way That You Can Find, A Method To Make Your Buttock’s Shine
Not So Much To Give Yourself A Fright, More A Ritual To Carry Out Every Night
As You Sit In Front Of The Mirror , And Yelp With Delight At The Beauty Staring Back At You
Laugh So Much That You Can Barely See, How Really Beautiful You Can Be
With The Make Up Done Ever So Right, Not A Hair Out Of Place
How Can A Girl Be So Lucky To Have Such A Pretty Face

Do You Laugh Even More Even Though You’re Not A Whore
As You Clench Your Buttock’s With All Of Your Might, About How You Can Draw The Men In
Who Would Be Willing To Commit Sin, Just To Have Their Way With You
Or Do You Sit On Your Window Sill, With Your Derriere High In The Air To Thrill
Some Passing Nuns Who Would Be Stunned, And Possibly Scream With Delight
In Seeing A Rear, Where It Was Fairly Clear, It Had Been Worked On Quite A Bit, Both Day And Night
Or Do You Sit By Your Window In The Evening Bright, With Your Derriere In Full Sight
Of The Passing Crowds As You Feel So Proud, And Want To Show It To Somebody

These Are The Questions That Run Through My Mind, As I Twist And Turn In Bed At Night
Or Sometimes As I Study My Own Backside, In Private By The Candlelight.

 

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Woman 2.

There once was this woman, right, and man she was well outta sight
With a fine full bosom, and eyes so blue
I mean what in the name of God is a fella to do
I said,’would you mind’, she replied, ‘I’d rather not’,and declined
‘Come on’, I said, ‘Don’t be mean, let’s get dirty and obscene’
I protested, ‘ just give us a go ‘. But she was firm and said no
So being a gent of sorts, I said, ‘I’ll be off then’, in retort
So what could I do. What would any man do
So I said ‘okay then, to hell with you’.