Men see me as a useful tool
All they want is my honey
When I get decorated, they find me cool
They flatter me and call me sexy
Every day I have to worry
I need to get their attention
My clothes and makeups need to be ready
If not, I will lose their approbation
My life is a real hell inside
I am used just as an object
I wish on my birthday, I died
I feel I have no intellect
When I think they love me
I find out they do not
They only like my body
So I let them use me a lot
I am a slave of vanity
I live only to satisfy men's lust
Society has lied to me
Making me feel that I'm just dust
Men of good heart, here is my case
Plead for me if you care
I want to be out of this furnace
It is time to start treating me fair
BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT
(THIS POEM MUST NOT BE REPUBLISHED UNDER ANY OTHER SIGNATURE BESIDES THE AUTHOR’S SIGNATURE STATED HEREIN.)
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