Writing something like this. Taking a dig at the shallowest of the shallow creatures in this world. I really had to write it. Men suck, seriously.
And I'm disabling comments here because I don't care a damn for the self-righteous men who can argue all they want that they are so decent and that they respect all women alike, because all of us know the truth.
Coming to the literary value of this work - hell, this poem doesn't even rhyme properly or make any sense in most of the places.
Men are such shallow creatures.
They try so hard to impress
Pretty faces with romantic overtures.
The perfect figure, nice boobs,
Slim waist, lush lips and no less -
Oh, hell, men are so easy to please.
Men make the worst friends.
I hate it when they flirt
With a plain Jane friend, till the end,
Just to pump for information on a pretty girl.
They are dirtier than dirt,
Or still worse, when they do that.
There might be decent men, of course -
But they're an endangered species;
More like extinct, lost; more's
The pity. They really disgust me so,
When they go all starry-eyed, like bees
Swarming a flower, around a pretty face.
Men are such shallow beings.
It's really sad, but so very true.
They have all their feelings
Concentrated on one region of their body -
And you know which one, too.
They are oh, so damn shallow.
