CULTURE AND SATIRE
But Women
A satirical poem on tropey themes, written with my cheeky side
I was speaking to a friend, and he was feeling dismayed, he told me of his efforts, yet he couldn’t get laid.
“I see all this beauty, I want them so bad, so much I just hate them they’re making me mad!”
“I’m supposed to be successful, it is my right! I should be sleeping with a different woman, nearly every night.”
I listened, stunned, as he kept ranting a song, though with every breath his nature was piling on.
“What am I to do my friend? I say hello and then it’s the end. I should get what I want – or so I am told – maybe it gets better the more I get old.”
I nodded in wonder with all of “his” truths, this tantrum of such, his ego so bruised.
“I wine and dine them, then they don’t sleep with me. I don’t understand it, I’m considered ‘cute’ and 6’3”. Oh, dear friend they make me such a fool, they look at me weird when I thought I was cool.”
I considered my response but knew he wasn’t done, he had more to say, so I listened, and couldn’t run.
“My friend I usually get and say what I want, because I want it! I should get it! Then no – it’s almost a taunt. I just…
