Minding Your Assets
A fragile wrath flies past your periphery,
And taunts you for your alleged lack of agility.
Whilst your own imperfections weigh you down,
Paralytic inertia gaining with every pound.
Your last boyfriend shattered your foolish pride,
Introducing the reality of your own shameful hide.
Now you understand how men really feel,
Their chemistry is an illness from which they can’t heal.
Take heed, young girls, at what grows strong with every hour,
With the width of your hips, the plump of your lips, swells immense sexual power.
Take heed, young girls, make no mistake,
The circumference of your waist will determine a gentleman or a rake.