There’s a song on the back burner
Someday I’ll write about treatment
How men think they’re God’s Gift
But have been vacuously selfish
In how they have “given” yet taken
Projecting tepid, brief fantasies as
Using their counterparts shallowly
Leaving them wanting and aching
For true, fulfilling connection agreed
But never f***ing delivered – well let
Me tell you there’s only so much that
A woman can absorb after a lifetime
Of being ignored, hoping for difference
But ever surrounded by lazy ignorance
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(Note to self, song titled concepts recorded)
