Manipulation

by

Daniel Chapa

Female of angry manipulation,
Cause of my aching vacant condition
My only desire: to be left alone
Yet ceaselessly harassed with a telephone.

Summoned authorities and asked for help
A response, "please sir, handle this yourself"
Should I change numbers, run from thee?
Or send a bullet to set me free?

I am frustrated and angered
My privacy has been endangered...
By a ruthless woman who stole my mail
While wearing a smiling innocence veil

I cannot respect your manipulating ways
Disturbing my rest for days and days.
Exhausted, red-eyed from lack of sleep
I hear a car outside... at a rolling creep

It brakes then stops, a door is closed
Small footsteps moving in burglar repose
A grunt, a pause, and a crash of glass
Engine acceleration tires spinning fast

I enter the yard quickly, survey damage
This woman never sleeps and knows her advantage
A hatred deep, righteous, and bold
Always worse in women_ or so I'm told

I'll walk on eggshells, I'll carry this burden
Transgressions upon me I've surely earned them
Through dubious practices and sinful ways
My manhood jumps in... but my heart delays

A windshield, a phone number all easily replaced
The man-hater will move on and give another a taste
Surely soon this trying time will pass
If not, I'll stick my foot up her mutha fucking ass!

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Why don't you look at The pain of a Pilgrim
by: Alfy Andrews
from: Chennai, Tamil Nadu, India

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