the guy almost all the good girls lose their goodness to
comes in all shapes and forms
he comes from all walks of life
and from all racial communities
he wears the latest trends, religiously,
and drives saliently opulent sportscars
with electric windows, shiny mags and sub-woofers
he lets them splurge his money on his behalf
and demands physical settlement in return
he's good with poys too,
whispering them sweet nothings,
taking them to his world of mak-believe
he calls them all the sweetest names you'll ever hear
not because he loves them
but because the list is way too long for him to keep track
good lilfe seekers dropp out of school
to play part-time bodyguards and full-time sex-slaves
and curse the male species when dumped
by this professional philanderer with an naked baby
suffering from malnutrition
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Last part brings the truth to light