The End of Love from a Male Point Of View of American Marriage
The blues are good once you’re past crying in your beer.
In the end the blues define the human experience.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZET19ilcT8 We are in the stream.
We may be floundering but that is where we are.
We are all, male and female in the stream.
Dig it or complain until your hearts content.
Below is the poem:
A man’s depths open when he finds his wife is the village slut
and comes to understand it’s her cunt to do with what she pleases;
while vowing never to never fuck her again.
His heart won’t let him hold her in his arms as he did at first;
he is only willing to spit in her face
with lips and cock,
while continuing to raise a family
and then depart.
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