Wow yes it's Valentine's Day. I enjoy it just as much as the next guy, even if I'm not directly involved. Lots of my friends are happy and have gr8 days planned with their significant others! Sweet! And tomorrow will be Bargain Chocolate Day! Hell yes.
But the other day, I was thinking about this guy who really makes me mad, and then I wrote a really angry, bitter poem about it, and now I'm posting it here, today, in dedication to all the disgusting misogynists who will show their ugly mugs on this beautiful day. Enjoy, you horrendous sexists. Enjoy.
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Grass is green
Violets are blue
Holy shit—
I am sick of you
Roses are red
And so is your blood
I dream to push you down
Right in the mud
The sun is so hot
Your soul is so cold
And I’d like to meet the demon
To whom it’s been sold
Birds fly in the sky
Fish swim in the sea
You don’t even know
How sorry you’ll be
Yes, roses are red
No, violets ain’t blue
Just what did you think
You’d be able to do?
To sway my affections?
To win over my heart?
You’d be considered Picasso
If love were an art—
Not cool or unique
I mean, a total mess
Unlike L’Demoiselles d’Avignon
Your work is worth much less
You see women as nothing
More than a prize
So I see you as nothing
Just a boy to chastise
We are not your playthings
You can’t just trade us in
Put one girl in the dump
Take one out of the bin
The roses are dead
The violets are poo
I won’t be doing it
But seriously, fuck you
"The roses are dead
ReplyDeleteThe violets are poo
I won’t be doing it
But seriously, fuck you" =Perfection in 17 words.
so hilarious, i want more. this is too perfect.
ReplyDelete*z snaps* love it. and yes, this is highly important and I believe this should eb recited when we meet an stupid mf that gets on our last nerves. & btw, can we be angry feminists together? We need to band together to fight the misogyny.
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