Extremists that though poets were once,
we'r now the sluggish, geeky, stunted ones.
Women were men's objects of pleasure,
Ha! well now, your joy is at our leisure.

The essentials stay hidden

The credentials anythin' but,
though its both on the starlet
and the viewer, the same trot
that widens your eyes but clamps ur smart-mouth shut.

Life is but purgatory,
Hideous, panting beasts closing down on me,
the benevolent heavens above, shadowed by dark clouds, heavy,
never the rains nor the sun, painfully caught-up in between.