I don't like flies, and parks make it worse
I sit down to eat and they seem to reverse
I swat them away, but they don't care
They've seen my food and they think I should share
See, men are like flies they just don't really know it.
Ignorant of their trait yet they blatantly show it.
I swat them away but they don't care
Perhaps they've seen seem some ass and presume that I'll share.
One of my friends once said "men are like leeches"
Can never let go, and some end up being creeps.
I can't deny her claim, I've met too many who prove it.
Yet, there's still a part of me that believes it's a nature some will not choose.
But if men are like leeches, women are the birds
Fierce creatures alone, unstoppable in herds.
Gentle to view yet vicious to enrage.
Engage them incorrectly and you'll never be engaged,
They'll slice you with their words in a feminine rage.
And note down your sins on their mental Word™ page
They prey on leech men for their personal glee
While nature screams on in a momentary plea
But how does one stop what they cannot even see?
Because women are smart and they sin silently.
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