[The following sonnet may offend some readers. Do not read it if you think you may be offended.]
Message to Minister Talleyrand
What must it be like, this having no friends?
I guess it would be pretty much all right
If ladies’ offerings, their bottom ends,
Those double holes, both front and back, are tight.
Who needs the blasted men, who, like you, can
Think only of cunt and rear female holes
(Well, yeah, their tits and mouths—if you’re a fan
Of blow jobs)? Men blether on about goals
And games. What can guys give? Warmth, straight thinking
And beery sentiment. You’re right. Not much.
You’d better get back to women’s slinking
Because . . . what do blokes have that you can touch?
Well, yes, their brains and hearts, but then, so what?
Une femme has those and you can get your nut.*
*Un femme has those and you can stoke her butt.
This poem is part of a shorter sonnet sequence within this large sonnet sequence called The Encyclopedia Sonnetica. The shorter sonnet sequence is called “Encased in Silk.” I recommend you read this poem where it is set in its sonnet sequence. To do that, search for “Encased in Silk” here in The Encyclopedia Sonnetica.