Urban cat
4:17 in the morning.
I receive the molecules
of my own smell.
Full of self loath.
I reluctantly
accept that I smell good.
Yeah, why not?
The smell of a man in heat.
Yes, yes again.
Why a man has to conceal
his feelings
his deepest desires.
We, men. at the end, we are predators.
You know, feminists hate this shit.
But, in their pretended self superiority,
they just try to hide
a fact of life.
They should understand
understand
is not that hard.
That we are living
in cities.
Pretentious palaces of civility
of human ‘‘progress’’.
Not back in the wilderness.
They want us men
to be unwilling
yes lady
to their agenda
Wimps.
Agreeing that we should
must forget
our primary instincts.
At the end
whenever a human being
forgets and despise
our animal nature
is going to face
reality
reality again
and again.
We are not better that your domestic cat.
Savage at the end.
The same hunger.
The same desire.
As I published at thevoirolgallery.com blog page