Friday, September 14, 2018
The Female Ironist
has it figured out,
men and women
sexed up asininely.
Ophelia a slut and
Hamlet a lazy lout,
High-Babbler and
Horny Fiend!
The rest of us lie
so routinely
it’s a lifestyle.
Presentable, but
no Beauty, she
has silly-suffered
a procession of Lotharios
Erectus. What utter, utter fools!
Though she the worst!
O, and O again, will
she ever be happy?
Who says she’s not?
Labels: detachment, irony, Romance, self image, sex
