Dating Androids?

   
   "Dating Androids?"
   
Women--no longer complain about premature, fluidic culmination--
Unless, adoring mercurial entry for purpose of remembered penetration;
Next, men--she will be programmed not to cheat--
Unless, cerebral network hacked by machine gods wishing your defeat--
All in all, the android's soul is forged by a past resonating futureways,
Offering the silicon chance to have another wondrous craze.
  
   * * * * * * *
  
Yes--your iPhone dreams,
And if wise--it might scare the Pandemonium into you.

Men have their fists; women have their poison

   
   "Men have their fists; women have their poison"
   
Epidermal purple stands up in court;
Contagion masked births zero report;
Still--love should rule; hence, follow the multidimensional sign,
Knowing:  the stars align us, from time to time.
Don't fall in love with every romantic glow
Until investment in each other rhymes like a free-style show.
Too, Johnny Football is the bearded-lady circus we need,
Which might offer resistance to failure in the gladiator league.  

Jango Fettology

   "Jango Fettology"
   
I dismiss the thaumaturgy of Sith magic;
Moreover, deny the vibrant-hued sword of the Jedi--a sissy-like gadget,
For all I need is perpetual belief in myself;
Plus, a sturdy blaster and jet-pack on Slave 1's shelf;
Alas, the axioms are:  Good, Evil, & Neutrality in the Multiverse;
Hence, I rocket to a future that adds adventurous stories to my purse.  
   
  

Girls & Unicorns

"Girls & Unicorns"
  
Shall we trust a girl without a diary or pencil crayon unicorns?
These are the sublime synergies that give us a benevolent norm;
Indeed, "My Pretty Pony" sings to the stars,
And the aces are loaded right in your cards . . .

Darth Maul--peeing in the witch brew

   "Darth Maul--peeing in the witch brew"
   
Sloppy crayon poetaster, possibly, Fett-like straight;
Nevertheless, Yoda has mammalian hairs yet resembles hybrid-mated toad/snake--
Oh well, evil deliciously keen curses its own friends;
As a result, Darth Maul takes golden whiz in cauldron's, now, pseudo-seeing lens.   
   
  

MISANDRY--America the blind

   "MISANDRY--America the blind"
   
   Lady Virgo, to you--genuflected and observed with shimmering honor.  Nevertheless, he knocked the momentary wind outta a girl, once--a singular blow to stomach.  But why?  Hate himself?  Mad at his carnal ability?  A sincere prick?  No, no--here goes:
   
   After Meth injection, Christ's euphoric grape gone wild, abuse of cannabis, making the ill-fated look quasi-junkie--she would insert her boyfriend's once minty fresh toothbrush beyond her fecal-smeared rectum; next, put it back neatly in bathroom, smiling at him while he brushed the bacteria into his physiological system.  Or perhaps, tiny bits of broken glass in his baked lasagna; she was dieting that night.  A girl whose girlfriend has a nasty physician for an immediate patriarch offers reptilian cruel; then, she laces her vaginal cavity to make him infertile, offering epididymitis and penile laceration.  Sleeps with his friends from youth, aborts those vacuumed climaxes.
   
   Witchcraft isn't prosecuted.  Poison & mutation not hard evidence.  All men want:  to lovingly Tame the Shrew.  But Shakespeare resides elsewhere nowadays.  
   
   And so goes the myth and forgotten MISANDRIST.  Thank the stars for the good witches denying their own glamour.  They reap honor and gel with true love.     
  
   Still, misogyny be real as well.  But like Dr. Phil says, and has possibly forgotten:  "No matter how flat you make a pancake--it has two sides baby."     
   

Virgo & the snake

"Virgo & the snake"
  
Old Testament clearly displays,
An inviolate WOMAN stepping on the head of serpentine craze;
Indeed, a father might not immediately blot-out their mutated child,
And a lamb-like son may not argue with a family member infected with toxic wild;
Nevertheless, a mother with golden tears in her eyes
Has every privilege to ULTIMATELY lose it and muster despise;
Hence, breaking up the family unit to perpetually extinguish a dragon's fire,
Armed with the purest intentions to use a meek foot and push poison in the mire--
Unchained, possibly, will the Virgo wend,
Weirding till back them die in slimy den.