by request from Prema
Prema requested a poem that my wife wrote, so per request, here it is
A**HOLE
Was it my walking legs?
My long waist?
My swinging hip that burst into your field of view?
Was the mark of the beast written across my ass And demanded your comment as you drove by?
Well keep on driving
I am not a trophy for your mantel.
I will not be worn as a tattoo.
It's not my profile on your mud flap.
So keep your eyes on the raod
and my cloths where they are
your wistling to yourself
and just let me go home.
That was written after she came home from a jog one evening. She had been wearing frumpy sweats, and still got that kind of attention, so I guess that makes the argument that women ask for such attention a bit of a moot point, and frankly any man that will continue to openly express such a view, still has a lot to learn about manhood.
A**HOLE
Was it my walking legs?
My long waist?
My swinging hip that burst into your field of view?
Was the mark of the beast written across my ass And demanded your comment as you drove by?
Well keep on driving
I am not a trophy for your mantel.
I will not be worn as a tattoo.
It's not my profile on your mud flap.
So keep your eyes on the raod
and my cloths where they are
your wistling to yourself
and just let me go home.
That was written after she came home from a jog one evening. She had been wearing frumpy sweats, and still got that kind of attention, so I guess that makes the argument that women ask for such attention a bit of a moot point, and frankly any man that will continue to openly express such a view, still has a lot to learn about manhood.