Boys & Girls

Girls are, perfume, soft hair. and friends. 

Boys are, performance art, physically equal mates

Girls are, matters of the heart

Boys are arm wrestles and farts

Girls are rub around your leg cats

Boys are sniff your arse dogs,

Girls are chiffon cake with forks,

Boys are beer and nuts dropped on the floor

Girls are, kale and spritz

Boys are punch in the arm hitz

Girls are sisters and friends

Boys are arseholes and cocks.

Girls smell like roses and talc

Boys smell like used shaver stubble and cigarettes.

Girls are sugar and spice

Boys are snails and puppy dog's tails.

Girls are sticklers for consent

Boys are do whatever you want

Girls you have to take your time to fulfil their needs

Boys are do it to you in the street

Long walks after dark,

 Play footy in the park,

 Hold conversations,

 Tell tall stories,

 make logical sense,

 Drink until you want to fuck,

 talk until you feel safe

 walk away after, no regrets

 call up and reassure.

 Make a mess.

Leave confused

Don't look back.

Paradox

The deplorables are agitating

in their baskets, for their political heroes,

who’s care for them amounts to zero.

Fooled into being aspirational,

by all this talk that is inclusive,

but they don’t even seem to notice,

when the jobs and pay rises are elusive.

They never seem to be raised out of mediocrity,

but they go on rooting exclusively,

for conservatives that don’t give them a whit.

Tears In My Eyes

Honesty

brings tears to my eyes,

no matter how it is delivered.

Janis singing about Bobby McGee,

or a Vietnam vet saying 

the blues queen was the only reason

he made it through.