You’ve never known any form of love.
Yet you claim to be fluent and wise.
The only “deep connection” you know,
Occurs between your thighs!
So don’t tell me about passion.
As far as I can tell,
Your “love” has been more mythical
Than Charon’s ferry ride to Hell!
I will falter and I will fall, but
I’ve never needed your asinine drawl
To brag about your harpy’s strut
And the men whom beckon at your call!
Then claim a broken heart, when
One of your specimens devolve
Beyond your visual standards, and
The mirage begins to dissolve!