they do not need us any more, women.
they just keep us around as we are handy
sometimes. but though it is our own fault,
we still act like a tyrannosaur, savouring
its juicy bone, unaware that this is the last
meal. and brother, it does not matter what
ideology you attach to this, as in the end,
we all lose, because we ask for trouble
instead of forgiveness.
hidden pilcrow 