We-Men

Do you think it makes any sense
To give in to his parlance?
I rather stick jaw in my own food
Than to give up my womanhood
To please his hard-up man wood

He doesn’t know any making love
Why should I learn to fake a rub

‘We are different’ read my blurb
He dint see it,
wiped with it his dub! dub! dub!
Dripping from his gift of jab
When he touched himself
It was just for gag

Funny for me are his jokes though
He needs no arrow to pluck his bow
He himself is an ace shooter
No one rides him, not even a scooter

I could have never borne his hands
Least on me and over his glands
Watching him was his ask
Making love to himself was my task

Being lovers was a sham a mask
For every act needs an audience
Even Narcissist had a podium
Upon which the mirror was hoisted
And love letters to self were posted

All they need is just themselves
From woo-men we become them
Together they call us We-men

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