I am outrageously emotional,
perhaps it is the time of your menses, you suggest.
Insensitive little man,
you will not remain long with that attitude of rude assumption.
You pride yourself on tinkering with words which speak dully,
with a hollowness that persists,
your xylophone of musicality is anything but lyrical or sweet.
Instead the notes slot themselves into an irregular line,
jutting out here and there,
no adherence as to how I’d like to be spoken to,
your line of cacophony has no subtly or care.
And as I wonder how it is you’ve survived life for so long,
with an attitude of ignorant bliss,
I come to the conclusion that
it does not really matter,
the fact is:
And there are others like you,
insensitive, brutish cads
who’ve not learned to treat a leading lady with due respect,
for every woman is of this role,
and once their women are gone,
they’ll realise what they’ve lost,
how amazing the women were that they had,
clearly they never deserved them at all.
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