By Charlotte Cosgrove
You give the right amount of shit to them and they love it
For a bit Until they can’t fucking take it no more
Fucking shit bags want
A strong woman they say but it’s all bullshit again
They want a mother
Who is a lover a lover who looks like
Jessica Rabbit or some other
Fake thing with big tits in a tight dress ready for
Them and their demands.
They think their cocks are
Machine guns a weapon a weapon
To threaten and explode
All over the place. Why do they always
Want to do it all over your face to blind you
The bastards and now they’ll call you
A man hater we are not all
The same they’ll shout but come on now get real
We know those weapons
Are greedy little fuckers that don’t want to know
About world war one or your existential crisis
And they definitely
Don’t want to watch university challenge
And tot up the score.
Charlotte Cosgrove is a poet and lecturer from Liverpool, England. She is published in Trouvaille Review, Dreich, Beyond Words, Words and Whispers, Confingo, Northern Otter Press as well as others in print and online. Her first poetry book Silent Violence with Petals will be published later in the year with Kelsay Books. She is Editor of Rough Diamond Poetry Journal.