Sticks and Stones ~ Saturday, February 14, 2026

Talking to women, they know the art of
asking the right questions never goes wrong
laughing at the right time, in the right way
kindness goes a long way like hand in glove
insist on never discussing grotesque
notions of mundane life, to appear strong
gives women a sense of comfort, betray

tense and tone in manner and speech to find
old men sing the blues, beauties statuesque

wonder why things went south and walk away
on long legs, a tall glass of milk, to drink
mouthful after mouthful, guzzle, they say
each man with a lady knows how to think
needless to mention to always be kind

tumbleweeds do not care about people
humans act as if we were the center
egocentric, self-centered, the same thing
yet, we commune underneath the steeple

kindness is never rough, but on the court
nobody is gentle, just to enter
onto the varnished floorboards may just bring
women to flock like birds to watch your game

trust me, I am an idiot, I snort
hard rock, pulverized to fine dust, I crush
enemies without fair warning, I grind

ancient bones and sell the bags in a rush
remember legacy, no one enshrined
touches the ground, they float, the hall of fame

obliges me to say, I am famous
for nothing, another ignoramus

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