Many women are haughty witches,
stealing dignity like thieves.
They take a man's mind and his riches,
then trash all that he believes.
Some hold a man's secrets over him,
blackmail is their intention.
They deceitfully speak on a whim,
of sexual abstention.
I'm here to call a few kettles black,
mostly for the things they've done.
They set men up for verbal attack,
then swear it was all in fun.
There is no reason to call out names,
each of us knows who they are.
I'm tired of their one-sided games,
with no care for who they scar.
I don't really want to be unfair,
nor their pity to enjoin.
Not all carry an arrogant air,
there's the flip side of the coin.
Some women are so warm and giving,
a tribute to their gender.
Of wicked sins they are forgiving,
with caring warm and tender.
These women are why I learned romance,
polishing this silver tongue.
Melting a Lady's heart with a glance,
passed the time when I was young.
For those women that this verse offends,
every word I've said is true.
Your place in my rhyme always depends,
entirely upon you.
Pain is life, life is short, I will endure.