the shits

Here's something that gives me the shits:

The way they say it to us, like this

"One of three of you must resign to your fate"

Don't look so heartbroken; you'll be burned at the stake.

You see, I find it all ironic

How simplistically they explain

"Because of men, you must tolerate pain."

Ongoing and honestly, what do THEY lack?

A world were they're required to look behind their backs.

And it's even more stupid, this funny idea,

Of my boss finding it sexy when I say he's too near.

Ever felt noticed, like the anxiety is thick?

Sorry sweetie, I'll say, that's just how it is.

They get what they want;

Their professional judgements

Can't fight the lion if the victim is fragile!

And remind her, always, of the unsafety surrounding -

Because even in daylight she should not question the pounding

Of every instinctual reminder:

Right now, I'm alone...

Don't wait for a distraction; keep Mum on the phone.

But it's the alcohol heightening,

The aggression; it's real.

"Mum, I love you."

Don't ignore me you sl*t

I know you like how it feels.

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