The Things that Shape Us A Book of Poems

My feelings toward women and other like creatures

God, I hate women.

Her soft moan between thin linen,

And as if with the wind, Gone.

Not before she sang her sirens song.

Disguised as a thief in the night,

stealing hearts whilst love in sight.

But nary a tarry for pain nor plight,

She stole mine and promptly took

flight.