ACTING SWEET

My ass is not made for you to grope.

You act as if you’re a full time Pope.

I don’t stand alone in this whorehouse.

Its just weird for me to scream or shout.

Why no one can smell the evident foul?

When you all stare with those eyes of the owl.

You all want my body to shine in lotion.

Looking at my shape you rise in commotion.

I feel bad when I see those sexy magazines.

But you only deem your issues as Supreme.

I may always smile when you praise me.

Remember that I too can fake honesty.

At times I do want to show my body.

I exercise because its my hobby.

I may enjoy and say its totally fine

But don’t forget there’s always a thin line.

You say, “Woah! You look so hot!”

You desire to see what I got.

Asking me to unbutton one by one.

You think I can’t see that sick pun.

Your fingers are desperate to touch my body.

Sorry! But I don’t like to be your copy.

Yes, sometimes I gape at you without care

But when you do it, doesn’t it becomes fair?

When you use me, I feel uncomfortable.

I don’t want to have a seduction lable.

You don’t know how many times I dodge.

Whenever you try to touch my crotch.

Why you think only women are objectified?

The plight of men is unseen, its left aside.

I’m one of those men you’ll never identify.

I go through problems which i never testify.

×∞ Adin

13 February 2020