Like a Roman Senator’s Wife


Silly girl, don’t try to fight on his terms.
Take no man’s bet, with experience, you’ll learn.
Your strength lies with a whisper in his ear.
He’s simple, and foolish, his sentimentality, somewhat dear.
No guilt, he’d gladly battle for your love.
Because, before beauty, no other virtue is held above.
Wax his ego, there’s no shame in that.
Feed your pig, and then dine on his fat.
Take advantage before the pendulum swings,
Closer to misogyny, and more violent things.

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