Woman Hater

Most peers of my poetry
called me a woman hater.

I had a sex indulgent life all the time
that’s true.

But I don’t recall any bad memoirs
with my dates.

Like beating them,
using bad, vulgar, disgracing words.

Most of the time
they begged me to bang them
coarsely.

I was in teenage business for a long time
I went after every cock teaser
I lost the count of them.

I took them to diners,
I took them food courts,
I took them movies, country clubs
I gave them soft loans to buy
what ever they want.

I played tennis with them
I made love with them
at my small unit.

I didn't use them
as a sex object
both side had good time.

Sometimes they hitted my door
at the middle of the night
with tears in their eyes
they wept on my shoulders
I petted their heads gentely.

I fixed them breakfast trays
I made them coffee.

I didn't interrogate them
like their fathers
I didn't judge them
for their bad behaviors.

I kept my silence
I gave them relief all the time.

My dates were free like birds
I didn't own them
I didn't ask for love
I didn’t suffocate them
with my presence
I gave them space and time
they did whatever they want
they slept with other guys too.

I advised them
have a good education
get a well paid job
leverage your time
don’t depend on any jerk
don't have kids
sleep with many guys
enjoy your life.

I am not so fast these days
but I still prey on natural busty teens
they still drive me crazy
I still enjoy to screw them.

I hope god grants me
immense power and energy
to screw them for ever more.

Maybe I am a woman hater
maybe not
But I am sure one thing about myself
I am a public enemy number one.

Hasan Ali Tokuqin
Istanbul/Turkey