To The Boy Child Poem by A. Marvellous

dear boy,
tattooed over the heart of every girl are words that read thus:
'handle with care

don't bore holes into her skin
with your penile eyes:
She's more to admire that trips to cloud nine

don't flip your tongue to coin sweet words
Just to get her laid and run away:
She's more to you
Than a pleasure tool

don't measure her worth by her curves nor even place second place, her worth, she's more, dear boy that a possession

does this sound strange,
dear burdened boy?
you shoulda known,
but now you do, be human again,
be not a stone
A. Marvellous✍️