Men!!

today is not a good day to be a man. I'm crying in my beer only without the beer and without the tears at this point.

I don't want any attention, affection, protection, erection, information, sophistication or undulation. I don't want anything to do with the lot of 'em.

It wouldn't be prudent to be a king. Nor would it be funny to be a knave. For a jester's cloak is not what I want to see nor a hangman's noose on parade.

There isn't enough ways to express how I feel about the opposite of sex when I feel so unreal in my mental instability brought on by them. Those fuckers and selfishly too busy men.

Don't bring me a cabby to offer a ride or a policeman on duty if ever I survive a brutish attack by a ripper for sure. Just leave me on ground heaving sobs that are pure.

One doesn't get huffy if tis just a fight. Peace never was worth it without a won plight and the victor the spoils and a maiden's hand. But definitely not mine if thou goest to a man.

Decades and eons of gender proclivity have rendered me angry for all of the things I see and when they come forth to call upon mobe soon surprised. They'll find that I won't appear, no flash of my robe or my pride.

Sunshine falls on my face and it scorches my soul but not half as bad as men have and it's taking its toll. So to render a wall most defiant indeed I have hired the best lesbian architecturee.

No prince will dare climb such a spectacle so high. No clergyman will stay to pray on any old night and my loneness will bother none and none will be here. If ever I get my wish, if ever I fear.

Today is not a good day for man, son or males. If it's a dog or a bird or a bee or a whale and I cannot go on so they've told me too often as this sadness just brings me much closer to coffin.

Keep tight to your husbands when they leave you for work. Hold hard to your boyfriends, yes even the jerks, because they all come to bother even though I don't care at your dear mobe's heartstrings that don't repair.

An infant will whine for the tit and the meat. And grow up to be strong from head unto feet until that old bias doth indoctrinate that the stupid young buck should search for a mate.

So I say to you all and all to whomever will list that I asked for no call and not note and no "psst" but just wish to be left alone in the tower I'm in now, if even just metaphorically along with my frown.

Today wasn't a good day too for phallic dreadful dreams of the weaker of the two with so many babies to ween and I'm tired of being mother to the other children too when they tire and shout to me calling me shrew.

And tomorrow you ask? What of it I'm a woman after all and capable of snap decision even turnover at call and will decree something different as the new day dawns...

...nope, wasn't a good day for men, now your mobe's tired, yawns.

~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.