Sonnet: Look at Our Reality, Dude

You know you’re in a foul and rotten mood
When you respond to Rumi with, “Bite me.”
Look around at our reality, Dude.
Times I think you’re happy just to spite me.
An orgasm ain’t going to pay the bills.
And the economy says “no” to dreams.
We rant and we march while the rich man chills.
Echo is the sole result of our screams.
But if we don’t choose death, then we must live.
And stop daydreaming of wine and of roses.
Forget our income and learn how to give.
Appreciate what’s under our noses.
And stop judging ourselves and finding fault.
Enjoying life before it reaches “halt.”
by Susan B. Reinhard

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Sonnet: Man on Woman

How I wish men could live like animals,
Whose instinct isn’t fucked over by thoughts.
The sperm and egg of wolves or of camels
Are simply mixed when creatures get the hots.
But man demands his eyeballs must be pleased
And then we have to talk for hours on end!
For dinner and a movie, being teased
And judged upon the money we might spend.
Yet, I do not want to be a hippo
Without the joys of civilization.
Without cigars or Beaujolais nouveaux
And seduction with my copulation.
To love a female and hear her laughter,
Give a God damned happy ever after.
by Susan B. Reinhard

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Sonnet: Woman on Man

Could God have made men less like animals,
Or not bidden the females to clean the cave?
The Bible tells us to cook the victuals,
And obey our dear Masters as they rave.
Bronze Age called a harem respectable,
Even today in Saudi Arabia,
Women have to be undetectable.
God bless America, for we are free,
To own the property, not to be it.
I would rather be ailing and lonely
Than be regarded as a piece of shit.
My only fault was to choose the wrong man,
I’ll try again, if Fate says that I can.
by Susan B. Reinhard

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