Philnensia

The Sex Machine: User Friendly

Your day is a pie
A third for living and answering why
The rest is R-18 logged on the sly

Your cup filled with nothing but sex
Your roofie muscles you flex
Your jock-jaws sharky your hex

Can’t you assign a fantasy schedule
On a day a week you drool
Give a rest to your power tool?

Just then you may smell the flowers
Instead of sweaty need-to-be washed odours
Turn off your jackhammers

Believe you me you will hear the sweetest voice
Angel of decent rose be among the choice
A new machine for real life your Rolls-Royce.

Your Sunlight is Portable
You dance with wolves
Heathen gods from the dark ages
But your cherubs revolve
Converted us to Feminist sages.

Neutrinos from gigawatt smiles polishes
Our friendship that outweigh egos by a ton
Platinum wings of your soul’s wish
Dawn’s chivalry’s field is won!

Brothers are we to you the pure Hazel
To the last man we will hold the line
You saved from internet hel
By sharing a piece of your sunshine.

The first one refers to a pal of ours who is addicted to porn and is a certified predator, although he is not yet collared for it, and so far, his conquests appear to be willing victims themselves, however, although we tolerate him in the group. I really wish he would stop his shallow view of women and enjoy the pure feelings of a good romance sans the luridness of the vids that he watches. He hasn’t read this yet but I bet my lucky dollar he will just shrug and say, “I don’t give a damn!” Oh well, maybe in time I could tell him a thing or too about a really Jerry McGuire love.

The second is about our dear friend Hazel who has a profound influence in our group, mainly because she is what we call our feminine side of ourselves with a touch of Y chromosome, because she could be more manly than all of us four guys combined, so when she is with us, our masculinity dives under the Pacific Ocean and we become novitiates of her New Religous Order. Kidding aside, we learn a lot about her regarding today’s women and it is worthwhile listening to her. I hope she does learn something from us as well. I’ve showed her the poem and as the title suggests, there was sunshine all around and she did not correct my grammar :}.  So these are my real people for these pieces and it was a joy writing about them. There will be more soon to come, probably to show also a variation of their personalities and of course, other people to put on the hot seat, so to speak!