Look at me
What do you see?
An empty space?
And absolute waste?
You will tell me, I know,
What you think of me
I need not wonder
However,
I must say,
‘Whatever’
Now you look at me in shock
You expect me to defend myself
But ‘why should I waste such words
On the likes of you?’
That was a rhetorical question;
You need not answer
And now you puff up, swelling like a goose
I feel a laugh but quell it
Poor man
Thinking he has a chance
Against a wit like me
You now sprout off words,
Saying them like poetry
Should I bust that balloon-like chest?
‘Perhaps the helium has gotten to your head’
And now he looks like a crab! How delightful!
I ought to take a photo
Camera, anyone?
But noooo
You must ruin my fun
As you huff and puff,
Grumbling about ‘stupid women’
Ugh,
What a pig
What a sexist, idiotic man
So huff away, good man!
Go on, go on
Keep insulting women like that,
See where that gets you
Perhaps in a hole, six feet under
After all, we are quite emotional creatures
Practically evil
‘Shh
We are witches, we might hear you’
You pale at that
You are more supernatural than us!
You begin stammering, stuttering, spluttering
Like a simpleton
You hurry away like the devil is after you
A fool, undoubtedly