Heroes Of Doom I Poem by Milova Matthias

Look how proud they are!
Those bra-less idiots!
Chai! The daughter of men.
Displaying their scorched lunatic bodies.
Shambling the streets with no iota of shame.
Useless virgin prostitutes are they!
They who walk along with their noses in the air.
With dainty little steps, yet no ken.
Even the bracelets in their ankle jingle.
And as they loop in their nose a hole for a ring.
They say 'God was too twit and twerp.
Foolish and lumpish to give us a nose.
He should have given us three ears'.

But Lord! Shave their heads.
This heroines of doom!
And forever leave them bald.
Rip out their nose and let their face itch.
Let none give them his eyes.
Nor their hearts whenever they dice.
Let no man vow to protect them
Nor swore forever to love them.
Let not their family want of failure.
Nor disappointments or disgrace and divorce.
For they heard that, and read this yet did not repent.
Let them be barren and have issues!
Oh Lord! For we are tired of this piffle!
Yes! And wearied of this fuss and kerfuffle! !