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Friends with menefits

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Sometimes having a man in your life brings menefits 

sometimes it’s no good at all

It all depends on the man

can you find a men that fits

or does he have to be over 6 foot tall?

Does he have a huge credit card allowance 

or a great credit score?

does he have to be athletic have geek chic or have to have it all?

When is a man good enough?

does he have to be strong and tough?

does he have to have wisdom?

or his own kingdom?

what does it take to be a man at all?

does he have to be part beast

that you can tame?

have a great reputation and great name 

a exciting persona?

or degree or diploma?

or a nice aroma?

A sense of humour?

or be a grade A gardener who is bloomer

Of plants and flowers?

or a sporty athlete? 

or muscle man?

my nickname is stan 

I don’t understand 

What makes a good man I think is how you treat other people but maybe that just a good human being 

There are many archetypes of being a man 

I just am.

but I don’t fit the archetypal men who fits.

Lonely people

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Only people 

with hidden sparks of divinity

looking into the mirror 

getting shivers 

and quivers 

Looking for love but love doesn’t deliver

another endeavour 

feat of the gods 

the odds 

and ends of messages 

we send 

The revolving door

of lives 

when will hope truly arrive 

karma 

another charmer 

but a bell chimes

and it alarms us

we are living fast food lives

Our souls the only thing 

that isn’t disposable 

water hoses us down 

but we can’t get to the deep

conversations

we permanently seek to leave words 

of comfort even if they are lies 

and we surrounded by people 

with mole like eyes.

Forever lonely only children 

Maslow’s pyramid

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Ensnared enslaved 

by not having our needs met.

A modern day trap, a net

Their self efficacy built upon the billions 

who will never have their needs addressed 

just giving them their trauma and stress

No room for karma 

just workers enslaved by big pharma

and tech 

living on the streets or renting 

Never venting 

never getting to the top

just growing rich peoples crops 

the pyramid weighs us down 

the weight of a rich persons crown

who’s only thoughts get activated and actualised 

while bullying billions of lives.

we cannot reach the top

too many distractions and traps

Life is unfair it has no map.

Maslow’s pyramid or is it a mountain to climb

life is unfair this poem shows the reason and rhyme.

Grumpa (about a Grumpy Grandfather)

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Grumpa

Sitting in your old arm chair,

With a devil may care,

Attitude.

Talking about the ingratitude

Of youth.

Watching TV,

Eating microwaveable meals,

Grumpa,

I still love you,

I remember the times when I was young,

and you helped me,

when I was stung,

by a wasp,

or fell over.

Life is hard,

it makes you,

grumpy and 

lonely,

Please think of the things you’ve shown me,

Rather than talking about the things that make you despair

I know behind the passive aggression you still care,

I know I sometimes take the Mick,

But really Grumpa,

I can see all your tricks,

There is still, to my surprise,

magic behind those eyes,

And bedtime stories waiting to be read.

Grumpa, 

Don’t lose the thread 

We all need a grandfather like you,

For you have all the experience,

You will know what to do!

School to prison train

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Welcome aboard the school to prison line

detentions then exclusion

no empathy, no reasons explored

just decided by the school board

No counselling, no mental health help

just bad behaviour labelled

sent to pupil referral unit after an permanent exclusion

no knowledge of what I was suffering at home

my Dad is alcoholic and my Mum and Dad argue and fight all time

I am alone as the TV drones

I don’t want to end up in prison

but life is a schism

of what you’ve been given

and it starts will being labelled thick

a joker, a troublemaker, a prick

and school teachers have no time

to form a relationship with someone who is hard work

and they are told discipline is key and I am a jerk

they won’t reach me if I am in hell of my parents and circumstances making

and it easier to push me out the door

Yesterday the police knocked on my door and my Dad threatened to kick the shit out me if happens again

cause I got into a fight

prison he says is where I am going to end up in if don’t buck up my ideas

but my Dad and Mum are too busy squabbling to see my tears.