A feather in his cap, he said,
A conquest worth announcing
His celebrity was sure to win
Her eager aquiesence.
Grab her by her genitals,
You know she’ll gladly go there
Any girl would proudly say
She’d love to let you grope her.
Or maybe you’re just a little jerk,
Too caught up in your own myth
To understand the fallacy
That any woman wants this.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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By Ian Garrabrant
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Praying for Eyebrowz 
He can’t win?
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He mustn’t win.
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I think you captured the delusional assault perpetrator in contrast to the victim’s perspective.
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This piece didn’t start out being about assault, but it wrote itself that way. Sometimes that just happens. Do you get the same results sometimes?
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Absolutely! Sometimes I have no idea where a poem came from or why it took the direction it took. I think we are tapping into “the flow” and that is fine with me.
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