#the misogynist

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The Misogynist

What is it that compels you

To treat women like shit?

That massive, blown up ego?

Your ideals that do not fit?

Really, you’re too old

To act like such a git,

Your own brand of misogyny

Is all that you submit.

  Let me tell you how you sound,

When you claim to be a man

Who respects us as our own,

Because that is your plan,

But when you act as if we’re yours,

Should be your biggest fan,

And when we aren’t your whiny ass

Show of misogyny began.

  For you embrace your ego,

I’m surprised your arms can reach,

You think that it’s your duty

To go ahead and teach

Us our place within your life,

And all our trust you’ll breach,

You act your part as if this is

Not an insulting speech.

  But none of us are here

To entertain your sorry ass,

You act as if we are

And are surprised to receive sass,

The allegations of dickishness

They pile up on you enmass,

Did you ever think that actually

It’s you who has no class?

  You want us all to like you,

But deny it in a pinch,

When we open up and call you out

Your butthole, it must clench,

Or you’ll shit yourself in fear,

The pain will make you flinch,

Your ego is so tender

I would break it in a clinch.

  I will give you some advice

I know you’ll never listen to:

Take a good look at yourself,

And check your actions, do.

Next time you want to blame

Someone other than you,

Just think, perhaps our actions

Weren’t actually undue.

  Because, really, you’re a dick,

So now I’ll say it plain,

Here’s the great big reason

We dread to see you again,

It’s not because we’re scared,

Or wracked with awful pain,

It’s because you think we’re objects

That you can now obtain.

  We’re not things that you can own,

Or prizes to be won,

Who’ll mindlessly adore you,

And let you have your fun.

None of us will want you

To be our darling Sun,

We don’t want to stand beside you

So, cleverly, we’ll run.

  It’s you who is the problem,

And not us or our woes,

With each time you blame us,

Our anger only grows,

What’s my vagina got to do

With how my logic flows?

You know what? I am done.

With you I shall dispose.