Women

Published July 31, 2012 by Words

Halt, halt,

Give them your hands, but NOT your heart,

For when they hover around you

You are an imminent carcass,

Loitering and flapping with the disposition of a butterfly and grasshopper combined

The sight of her should trigger alarum bell in every wise man,

They waste your time,

They waste your money,

Sup your energy and

get you into trouble.

Like a bubonic plague

Spreading devastating virus,

As a butterfly, pollinating

With the juice supped

They flutter away

Seeking other juicy flowers in the circle of moral doom

Men should never be hyped on chauvinistic egotism when they conquer women

For another trial may certify your demise

No wonder, they are called Women

For many are the woes of their men

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