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Positive Testing

A woman who hates her husband but adores her son wants another woman to love her prince

A man who mistreats his wife but dotes over his daughter wants another man to love his princess

And the hypocrisy from generation to generation carries on

Men withhold security and women withhold respect

Women feel vulnerable and anxious and men feel humiliated and disempowered

Children fall through the cracks with no idea what's going on

Many are looking for a third way, and how will it come? 

Gender play, sexuality lables, cyborg hybridity, sexbots

Meanwhile, waiting for solutions gives way to the Nothing 

That infinite matrix of escapism, deferring the innevitible existential crisis

When civilisation finally implodes, and the hunger games begin

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Tony Taylor

Wow AL!!......this is like a little poetic explosion of thoughts and phrases and observations on the current state of affairs in relationships the world over.....Enjoyed it brother!!......Thanx for sharing!!......ALL STARS!!.....LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo  : )
Ps. I tried to leave stars!!  : (

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Jim "The Lad" ....

You seem to illuminate the moral woes of society quite well ! nice write!

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