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!