I am the bull
I take a substance and words come out. This time I was noticing how much I hear about the cuck and his wife. Less about the wife and the bull. And least about the Bull and the cuck. To fill a void I wrote this.
I am the bull
I know who you are
I’ve been there
Still there
I embody the circle
And so do you.
We are the face of the coin turned inside out
On this trail
I will treat you as you like
But first let me confess
This is you, to me.
an adventurer into all the things, you strive for the brightest life.
I am your big brother
who looks after you,
protects you,
and gets all your girlfriends,
How about the one you’re with now?
Do you like her?
like to marry her?
slept with her yet?
No?
How about if I seduce her and never let you have her even after you’re married?
Do you like me taking your wife
Pleasing her.
delighting her
proud to be getting what you don’t get.
Perhaps I’d come over once a week
Or long weekends
Or we live all three
And if we do
I told you who I am, Who are you?
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