The Gross, Gross Man

he keeps looking at me with his groping, watching eyeballs:
gross! we women, we are supposed to just drop our eyes and be quiet.
just don't look at the gross, gross man and hope he quits ogling.

believe it or not, i want to flip him the bird ya know?

but i don't, cuz we women don't. once i gave the finger to a bunch of
construction dudes, but they were yelling really bad stuff about my "cookie."
it just got 'em all riled up, and then they yelled, "dyke!"
and i had pms so i cried all the way home.

gross, gross man still gawking as i sit here writing... what's he thinking?
gee, maybe i'll invite him up to my sex den and he can fondle my boobies...
yeah, right!

stupid gross man, quit staring! gosh, he just won't let up.
it makes me feel really uncomfortable i wish i could just crawl under a rock!
'cuz we women are supposed to just feel bad about ourselves:
like we're doing something wrong. i'm not! i swear!
being "we women" sucks! fuck you!