I DON'T HATE MEN, BUT
- Emily Donoher
- Aug 2
- 1 min read
I hate the way they handle me
clumsily, like they're carrying
a glass of water to bed at 2AM
drunk on their own uncut cocks
and don't mind the crusted socks
spread on the bed like potpourri
Sex, the baptism turned backwards
the forgetting of turning me wet
and the promise of absolution
is just another penis that can't stay hard
long enough to deliver me
from the evil things I will do
if I have to fake it
one
more
time
