Advice For All of the Single Girls, Ladies, and Women On Ficly

Scrutinize guys
Who comprise lies
Cute in suits and ties
Refute their loose eyes
Chop them down to size
Make them hide their pride
Inside where double standards
Rubble as their inner city planners
Anger and manors made of manners
Collapse, watch them clamor on like rats
Sounding like morons who lack wit or tact
Bounding out of the cracks of rain slick slats
Little brittle paws and toes unable to grasp at
Coherency, trying to bail, to set sail, not so fast
A cat’s on a face to floor slice open the core attack
Her Bruce Lee pedigree has broken the truce treaty
Remember how it used to be, post-cambrian, when brave
Brain dead cave men hunted, slaving for something, thumping
Their fists in the petri-dish, grunting in the grist, emerging from the mist
With dinner? Well, hell, the bread winner today only needs the might of insight,
So take delight when simple men bend, upset with you for staying true
Watch them fret, stall, stew, sweat, then finally admit their balls are blue
Just laugh them off and walk on through.

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