Menapology

Please don't believe anything I say. You know I'm a pump for the man. Born on pap and pablum, what do you expect me to love and hate and need? I try push back, because I don't want to be a xenophobe racist or an aclu lawyer dogooder either, mostly I just want to duck down and out from the race and dip you slowly onto your back and kiss those kisses that stay with you through the bad times and on into your degeneration dazes, when it's all too much too much too much, too. Or should I go and end it with a question mark? Too cruel by far, and sweet; it's just like us: Heads and Shirts versus Tails and Skins.