
Yes, most men are two-faced liars; they think they are smart.
Big news dickheads, you’re not. Not smart, that is.
Cunning as dirty rat cats. We have to be one step ahead.
They come across like roses; beware, they are weeds, yes, weeds.
I know a few nice ones, but they are damn hard to find.
They treat us women like we’re empty-headed and blind.
Shame on the gutless; shame on them. Pollocks they are.
They lay lies straight even in bed. Bone-headed liars, most are.
I toss you aside like stale, smelly fish heads—liars, liars, the lot.
I hope when it freezes, your man parts shrink to nowt but skin.
Liars, liars, I toss you all into the brainless bin.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️



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