Women's Masochism Penchant Poem by John Sensele

The mind boggles why a woman attracts pests
Who treats her like disposable a toy
In whom a player invests
Chagrin and migraine as a favourite ploy.

The mind boggles why woman embrace masochism
Which hurts their very core
As though pain revitalizes their stoicism
At the detriment a good man women labels a bungling bore.

The mind boggles why women persist in falling prey
For the umpteenth time to packs of lies
Uttered with no shades of grey
Until a naïve woman of heartbreak sighs and cries.

The mind boggles why a woman's mind
So lucid in owning a sixth sense
Without cogent reason goes so blind
Such that a woman melts to zero her last line of romantic defence.

The mind boggles why women's propensity for self harm
Draws them like a prey into a spider's trap
For a predator to devour them like ham
With neither egregious epitaph nor last Pentecostal rap.

The mind boggles why women's power
Deserts women when hypnosis
Disarms an erstwhile fearless flower
Who opts to assert her own capitulation prognosis.