Stand by your man,
he knows not what he does,
blinded by his eternal
testosterone buzz,
he doesn’t know how to think
with his mind, his heart,
coddle him to believe
you sculpt his art;

With a good woman beside,
he can conquer the world,
while he also tries to conquer
every living girl,
keep the intrigue alive,
Madonna isn’t enough,
he needs a whore on the side,
give it to him how he wants;

Stand by your man,
don’t expect him to grow,
treat him like he’s an ape,
sacrifice to his will,
swoon when he says
you’re too good for him,
then keep being ignored,
unfulfilled;

A woman blinded by an
eternal estrogen buzz,
you don’t know what
you need, what you want,
he’ll coddle you to believe,
you’re doing him more good
a sacrificial lamb,
from whom he drinks his blood.

Emily C. Poésie © 2018
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