"Men Are Like"
Men are sort of like keys
They come in all shapes and sizes
Ready to be shoved up in a hole
Trying to hit the right spot,
Ther easily coming end and out
Of each and every little hole.
Men are sort of like rain drops
Waiting till the sun comes out
They get you all soak and wet,
Fuck you until your all dried up
Leaving you laying there all alone.
Men are sort of like ice cream
They get allup in you
And start to make you feel good,
The next thing you know
You start to melt.
Men are sort of like butterflies
They all worked up
Ready to hatch inside of you,
After nine whole months
They begin to fly away
Ready to hatch inside something knew.
By Latosha Renee Riley
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