Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Neckties Are Just Arrows Pointing at Your Dick & Toxic

Neckties Are Just Arrows Pointing at Your Dick

I did this job once
Direct marketing
Which is just a 
Fancy way to say sales
I hated it – 

I had to wear
A button up shirt
Nice pants
And a lanyard name badge
No necktie
“Out in the field”

I went to the office
Dressed as required
Other men
Would have ties and jackets
Which they took off
Before going
“Out in the field”

This felt counter-productive
Why put it on
Just to take it off

They asked to see me
When I picked up my first check
“You’re doing well”
“Keep it up”
All that jazz

“Do you have a tie”
“Yeah”
“You need to start wearing it to the office”
I didn’t go in the next day

They didn’t make the women
Wear ties and jackets

I don’t understand
How a necktie
Makes you look
More professional
Than having no tie

They’re uncomfortable
And inappropriate
Just a pointer, a beacon
For your crotch

Are you so insecure
You need to draw attention to it

Neckties are ridiculous
And the world
Doesn’t need them
However

Bow ties are cool

Toxic

If you seek power over others
If you seek to own others
If you seek control over others
You’re not a man
You’re a sociopath
Women can be sociopaths too
Sociopaths are the rapists
The racists, the ravenous
Consumers of society
Do not let their behavior
Continue

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Steve’s General Store & A Thought

Steve’s General Store

It’s a pit-stop store just outside of town.
Steve is the robot that works the counter.
With this job, a human would have a frown.
They all died; it’s been one hundred winters.
Steve carries on like a machine would do.
He completes his duties and tasks with ease.
Better work would only be done by few.
To pass the time, he straightens the pulleys.
A bell rings as someone enters the shop.
A young machine just under a meter.
He requests an oil can for his pop.
Steve picks up one from behind to barter.
The small mechanoid counts out some silver;
Into Steve’s hand, the robot delivers.

A Thought

Jumping – to-and-fro – 
Never lingering
To avoid – stagnation – 
Going everywhere
Going nowhere

Traveling through time
Bringing pleasure
Bringing pain – 
Oh pain
The great reminder – 

To be random
Is to daydream
To dream
Is to be free
But never free of me

Expert planning – 
Nefarious plotting – 
Forgetting where you left
Your keys – the ignition – 
The day started poorly

Whisked away
And forgotten
Only to be filled
Replaced – 
By another

Manifesting
As dreams – nightmares – 
Powered by a muse
A demon
Perhaps both – 

Do you
Control me – 
Or I you – 
The brain the mind the soul
What are we – 

Sometimes
You can’t trust me
When emotions are high
And self-esteem – low – 
I wouldn’t trust me – 

It’s harder for me
To disappear when you – 
Write me down – down – 
I don’t think I’ve
Ever gone up

Other times
You want to forget me
But – I don’t leave – 
Those are bad days – 
Haunted – by memories –

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Twofer Tuesday Poetry: To Say It or Not To & Tactile

To Say It or Not To

There are
So many things
To say
And so many
Fears that follow.
Sometimes,
I think
Nothing
Should be
Said – 
Sometimes,
I think one letter
Would do it.
I can’t predict
How you’ll
React – 
I don’t know
What your thoughts
Will be.
All I can do is
Wait and hope;
Hope that this
Doesn’t push you
Out of my life.
I need you
In my life
In some way;
Some small way.
It doesn’t feel
Like you need me – 
If I tell you
I love you,
Will you tell me
What you need?

Tactile

The bartender watches the young couple leave.
“It’s a nice feeling; holding someone’s hand.” She says.
“I wouldn’t know.” I say.
“You’ve never held someone’s hand?” She says.
“No one wants to be that close to me.” I say.
I leave before she can say anything else.

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.