We are a company of words,
With no beginning and no end.
We are formed by the thoughts of men,
And we live on their breath.
We are the songs we sing,
The stories we tell,
The books we read, and the poems we write.
We are the dreams we dream,
And the hopes we hold dear.
We are the language of love,
And the language of hate.
We are the language of war,
And the language of peace.
We are the language of life,
And the language of death.
We are the language of the human heart,
And the language of the universe.
We are a company of words,
And we are all we have.
So let us use our words wisely,
And make them a force for good.
Tag: men
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Hong Kong Red Light Streets
Hong Kong Red Light Streets
In Hong Kong’s red light streets, the night comes alive,
A world of temptation, that’s hard to survive,
The neon lights, they flicker, with a seductive glow,
A place of pleasure, that’s hard to let go.The women, they stand, in their sultry attire,
A vision of beauty, that’s hard to acquire,
Their eyes, they sparkle, with a dangerous flame,
A world of secrets, that’s hard to tame.The men, they come, with a hunger so deep,
A desire for pleasure, that’s hard to keep,
Their hearts, they race, with a primal need,
A world of pleasure, that’s hard to concede.But behind the glamour, lies a story so sad,
A world of exploitation, that’s hard to fathom,
The women, they’re trapped, in a cycle so cruel,
A world of pain, that’s hard to overrule.In Hong Kong’s red light streets, the night comes alive,
A world of temptation, that’s hard to survive,
But behind the facade, lies a story so dark,
A world of sorrow, that’s hard to embark.
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With You Gone
With you gone,
My eyes still see
My legs still move
My hair still grows
But my heart, it’s numb.With you gone,
My ears still hear
My knees still bend
My hands still touch
But my heart, it stops.The flowers will grow
The seasons will change
But with you gone
My heart is estranged.The sun will rise
The sun will set.
But you are gone
And I cannot forget.
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The Men’s Room
Don’t smile
Don’t frown
Don’t turn around
Don’t make eye contact
Don’t wink
Don’t blink
Don’t even think About where you are at
Don’t say hey
Don’t wave
Don’t small talk make Stare straight at the wall
Don’t clear your throat
Call someone bro
Or make a joke Of
okay now please cough
You’re a man
Wash your hands Though that’s not in the plan
Dry them on your pants
Walk to the door As you ignore All else but the floor
Don’t even think of looking back
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