Men’s heaven? A mirror floor office.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022
her eyes had become shallow
men were drowning in them before
now they merely slosh through
and don’t even take off their shoes
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2021
this is a man’s world
still, better to be a girl
don’t ask me why, man
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019
we wandered through peep shows, all with a glass floor
pulled down our skirts for the pervs looking up
we got used to the shame, this tedious chore
like our golden coffers were made to corrupt
we ground their laurel wreaths to brew bitter tea
and claimed the remains to make new storied crowns
we were the stars of their voyeuristic spree
carousing soma of feminal renown
we were prostrate matriarchs with pride intact
and their fire loins only provoked us all
we were by far the best, putting on an act
to tempt them and fool them, to give them blue balls
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019
every man a cocksure monster
every tongue a flattering lie
so let my absence fill your room
now that i am required to leave
will you speak inside my fizzy head
one last time
set the record straight
and i’ll turn my eyes to the skyline
say, “that’s the door”
every cock a father figure
every dalliance is the one
so let my absence fill your heart
now that i’m being made to leave
will you smack alive my 8-ball head
one last time
let my answer be no
and i’ll turn my eyes to the skyline
say, “that’s the door”
every oke a cocksucking ogre
every tryst yet another nail
so let my absence fill your coffin
hushabye radge, i see a door
you’ll not grieve me any more
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018