Dont fuck...

This poem is for every pretentious and pious feminists...

Don’t fuck…

Don’t fuck that lady
She is infertile
A dead body sack

Forced humps, body gore
Hanger smiles, creaking cries

Pulled from the leg in bed
Pulled by the hair in bed
Punched in the eye in bed

Her disgruntle is loud enough
Your TV just booms louder
She goes on too much
Shove that dick in her mouth

City girl, city girl duh..da..da..duh
She eni mini miny moe’s the guy she fucks
She sneaks in with a key at 10
Emancipated, empowered and bold,

How easily she senses freedom?
How easily she feels hurt?

She keeps in the inaudible
The muffled cries in the pillow
She keeps in the blindsight
The battered cunt

Sexy mtv girl has to fight dirty in mud
She has to foam wash a car in white

Pious mild housewife hands bag to husband
Has to pick out colour-coordinated tie for him

She waves him off smiling,
Returns to the world of kids, vegetables and TV

Doctors chanced upon a hole, shouted “girl
You cried, dictation of life had begun.
Did you hear the booby trap snap?

Denounce the right to fuck
Till no guy says,
“all in all, every girl is the same”.