Man, the reciever of glory, To whom power and success is abundantly wasted on... With the IQ of a crayon, The ability to make matters tense, When met with a man, remember hold on to your sense!
A nanosecond effort on their part, A careless action, that can break a heart, Standing by like a useless sack, Common sense they greatly lack, To every offspring, a namesake caregiver, Tell me, these clowns believe they can be the ringleader?
Minuscule efforts, enormous applause, Egos ooze, without any gauze, A loophole in history to be the cause, To trust a man, one of our many flaws.
Slyer than a snake, A useless keepsake, Creepier than an eel, With this species, many woman have to deal.
Women, giver of life, Man: creator of pain and strife.
A/n: This is my own experience of personal encounters. It's not directed at anyone at large and not meant to upset nor offend anyone. It is a reflection of my past experiences I shared in the form of poetry. I dedicate this one to all the people that have been hurt by others no matter how.
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