Emotional Hurricane

Emotional Hurricane                             October 1, 2010

Lady Luck hasn't smiled on me lately

When I've smiled at her for long.

She asked me once,

"Do you like it mild or cold?"

To which I replied, "Neither at all."

I seem to have been in a state of flux,

And I'm really about to scream:

All you bitches, go to hell!

I'm gonna kill this emotional hurricane.

Now some may say I'm a misogynist,

And maybe they are right.

Who could blame me?  The bitches do,

And they bitch and make it their plight.

Some just want to play the part of "friend"

And some feel jaded because I'm honest,

But personally, what they really need

Is to get fixed and to shut their yaps.

How can I ever go on sexual strike

When the bitches hate on me?

How can I begin to walk the line

When those bitches control me so?

How can I see clearly again

If all I hear are Oprah's words:

The words of the devil's charlatan

Are always gouging out my ears?

I've got to get away from this onslaught,

I've really just got to get away.

If I don't, they'll kill me so,

And there won't be enough for me to bleed.

Yet those bitches have power over me,

And I'll continue to fall beneath their spell:

The sexual allure that traps us men

Will this emotional hurricane propel.