Men are pigs! Face it. It's true.
Nasty little boys whose minds
never grew
Past their genital area,
never matured
To emotional freedom, always
subdued
By an ego inflated with
masculine pride
As to fashion itself to be
cocky and rude.
Picking to pieces the fairer
sex.
So unaware of the harmful
effects,
So uncaring, so
inconsiderate,
Like a child growing older
illiterate,
Stumbling in darkness,
direction askew,
Seeking to remedy his
solitude.
Never aware of his needy
condition,
Sowing his oats with no need
to be coy,
Finding too late that his cup
is half-empty.
It's time for you to grow up,
Nasty boy.
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