Tart

Clothes do not make the man; only make him handsome.
“Throwing something on” makes him sloppy & random.

Still, what truly matters can be found underneath.
I speak of character…not what is in his sheath.

Many make inexplicably confident punts.
Ignorant of mirrors; where they’d find they are cunts.

Just a few times have men disarmed my defenses.
In truth, those were about coming to my senses.

Self-respect & esteem are an absolute must.
If you can’t communicate, you will eat my dust.

Bad breath, greasy hair, ripe & overly hairy…
You ain’t walking in thru my out door, Raspberry.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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