STOP THE MADNESS A DOWNRIGHT DISGRACE

poem by: Kenvil Atkins
Written on Nov 22, 2024

STOP THE MADNESS A DOWNRIGHT DISGRACE
A man's reproductive organ will respond to an erection 
Even in his sleep.
So great Jehovah made them male and female name
Adam and Eve.
The man's body structure is complicated as it is missing
One of his inner ribs.
Nature plays its part in the man's body! giving him exotic
Feelings at the prescribed time of the year.
During this erotic period in a man's functionality, he must
The urge to masturbate is his release.
All men go through this cycle but not all take this way out
Some take a cold shower.
A man is easily aroused by the beauty of the female body
It could be, Jehovah meant it to be so.
So the unity of courtship is a result of mutual agreement 
Between the man and woman.
A man's erection happens at the slightest sight of a sex act
Be it animals or humans.
A man's thoughts are forever at the forefront of any conversation
Between the female sex.
So if he carries a dick! yes ladies he is a dick, dressed up in women
Attire, adorn with rouge still a dick.
And that is just a little-known fact! about a man you should know,
Before you invite them to your public bathrooms.
The word peeping Tom comes to my mind! when thinking of a man in a woman
Bathroom, peeking at the woman's wares
Stop the madness! Nip it in the bud, avoid the bathroom meham attacks
 from men dressing up as women, on your women folks.
A man has no difference! Whether he serves on the moon, or in your congress
His erection is sure to show in a women's bathroom.

Into The Mist Mad Poetry Volume 9. Madness Took Over
Kenvil  Atkins Lewis poet for Kenvil Poetry Oasis / Raw Energy. 

This poem is not to be provocative only to set a precedent.

 

Tags: Scary, Confused, Riddle, Depressing, Pain,

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Kenvil Atkins commented on Nov 22, 2024 at 7:15pm
This poem is not to be provocative only to set a precedent.

 

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