“poetry is not ... a casual disquisition on the colors of the sky, a soporific daydream, or bumpersticker sloganeering.†Yet, these are often the kinds of poems we get exposed to on the daily through countless greeting cards and light-rock radio, glossing over the black and white starkness of reality with pastel paint strokes.
Cause a real man, knows a real woman when he sees her
And a real woman knows a real man ain't afraid to please her
And a real woman knows a real man always comes first
And a real man just can't deny a woman's worthsoul meets soul on lover's lips.
