One day I shall spread my wings
And fly like a bird on a swing
Oh sush, birds don't fly on a swing
Nor will you spread your wings
You will only swing on the swing of fate
Till you throw up and she wins
I didn't back down
The threat I heard so many times
Legal spark inside my illegal mind
Told me to be bold
And I stood firm on my ground
Sexist are you to the core
Said the emboldened me
Why should fate be a She
Why can't she be a He?
Peel of merry laughter
Unsettling to my already battered core
Made me squirm like a fox
Caught in headlights of an approaching doom
On frozen asphalt
The sweet voice in a sweet tone,
Like the one wifey applies on the irate me,
Said fate so gently
When you find something
Which maketh life and un-maketh on its whims
Then you better realise
That thing is a She
Whether awake are you
Or swimming in moronic dreams
- Author: Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 29th, 2024 07:21
- Category: Humor
- Views: 9
Comments1
An so were named the seas and moon anciently, the moon a she the sun a he it makes total sense to me. Great poem my friend
Thank you very much 🤣
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