Tips For A Woman's Safety And Survival (Or An Exercise In False Bravado?) - Poem by Reece Kaye
Women, women, women.
The enigma of our lives.
So much more understandable
Before you were our wives.
Accused as being thoughtless
When there’s proof how much we think.
We kindly bought those square toed shoes
To get you closer to the sink.
To think we let our bodies join
By use of our sacred isthmus
You’ve soon forgot the steam iron
which I got you for your Christmas.
Take all of your good advice.
You know where you can shove it!
Now get back on your knees ya bitch
Go on. You know you love it!
I am a man above all men
No chick will ever cause me strife
(I’ve written this under a sued on him,
For god’s sake, please, don’t tell the wife.)
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