I allowed Tommy a little day-off from writing since he’s been so good all this time in relating to us all his memoirs, not without a little coercion with an eye-popping device, yes, but still. So now, as a tribute to all the guys who f—ed me for a night and took off faster than Bella could say ‘Edward, rape me!’, to you I give this ode to a night I will always wish not to remember…
So you think you’re just too clever
to give out
an eensy, weensy, measly salutation?
And I’m not even taking that back
just because I want you.
You are a sadist.
Or merely a prototype of the male sex.
You were just not developed enough.
If you are then
you should have had the decency to answer
the calls of my kind.
Yes, even the psycho ones.
You are just so full of yourself
that once something seems frightening
you scurry off to another dream world.
Not even heeding what may have happened
to the one that’s left behind.
Or should I merely say a heroic hypocrite?
My apologies to the other sex for revealing
the weaker chunk of your kind.
But even this is not enough to point out
how invariably loathsome
this bit of your whole party is.
*For her story, well click here.*