The Epitome of a Great Fucking Guy
An Ode to the Unsung Heroes of the Male Race
The epitome of a great fucking guy
Is the man twice your age who passes by
While you're walking home from a late night bar
And doesn't recognise that he knows you from afar
Because he hasn't looked closely, hasn't gazed
He knows how terrifying that is for a girl your age
My male friends find it astounding to this day
That I walk with the legal equivalent of pepper spray
But that, I say as I look in their eyes,
Is because you're the epitome of great fucking guys.
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Paige Hayden
24 year old who writes poems as and when ideas strike her - usually at 3am.
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