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Click hereWishy-washy men,
no thanks.
They don’t know
what they want
or have to offer.
How can I?
Tired, morose; led astray
by topsy-turvy men.
Get a tension grip
on reality’s main stream,
bathe in bubbles
of self-inflicted bliss.
Frustrated, disillusioned
once too often.
Upsy-daisy men
make me aspire to
escape the lunacy
and seek nun’s quarters.
Had enough.
Hibernation holds appeal.
Dig into goose feathers
without down-and-out-men.
Revel in fluffy solitude;
my own warmth satisfies.
Won’t participate
or be a conquest
in games of trickery.
Won’t nourish the self-fed egos
of namby-pamby men,
not fit for a woman’s fancy.
Why complicate life
with the false charms
and insincere pledges
of scoundrels cloaked
in besmirched red capes.
Who needs these not-so-super-men?
Obviously a lot of hard work went into this and it was worth it. Insightful and delightful. Thank you.
Somehow makes me see the good side of being single and not having to bother with all the nonsense. Loved it!
Laughed my ass off, ICM! This is clever and eloquent, much more super than your men!
Nice to see you writing, again.