Offerings from TheDrunkenIrishMan - take 1

I warn you of mothers and brothers, uncles and friends,
of your grandfathers, fathers, lovers and men,
of women, children, first timers and veterans,
for our dreams are raped by expectations,
for those of us who dare to have them.

I warn you of liars, beggars and business men,
of so called prophets, and reaching an ultimate end,
of history and future, and that of written pen,
for our dreams are raped by expectations,
for those of us who dare to have them.

I warn you of cocks and cunts, love and lust,
of waiting for dates, in the pissing muck.
I warn of sorrys and nos, yeses and maybes,
for our dreams are raped by expectations,
for those of us who dare to have them.

I warn you of firsts and lasts, nevers and things to pass,
of clothes and naked, and the greener grass.
I warn of listening and silence, shouts and whispers,
for our dreams are raped by expectations,
for those of us who dare to have them.

I warn of fuck and bullshit, and things that come in ones,
of multiplying and devils, riddlers and nuns,
I warn of books and americans, and people with guns,
for our dreams are raped by expectations,
for those of us who dare to have them.