Sick of being objectified
By men just out for a f**k
Sick of vile predators
Baiting you and trying their luck
They project their fantasies on to you
Think you’ll fulfil their needs
Ignoring the fact you have needs of your own
And you’re not there just them to please
You’re more than a mere vagina
A depository for them to release
You’re a human being with feelings
Emotions and a history
You’re worthy of love
You deserve respect
You’re not a f***ing sex toy
To be disposed of when they’re no longer erect
These people are vermin
Like ravenous beasts
On the hunt
For vulnerable prey
To entice into their trap
Where they trip you up
To get you flat on you on your back
Vultures that surf the net
And groom you via a dating sight
Then lure you out, feigning affection
Crawling out of the shadows at night
It’s all so twisted
Romance is dead
An elaborate ploy
To get you into bed
They may not quite be Weinstein
But it’s in the same despicable vein
The abuse of women is rife
In this godforsaken digital age
Where are the gentlemen?
Where is their honour?
What happened to courting?
Getting to know one another?
Is this what it boils down to?
A flash in the pan?
Wham bam, thank you, ma’am?
Shall we chop of our limbs?
Our torsos and heads?
For they’re surplus to requirements
If we succumb to the likes of them!
Like Boxing Helena
If you break it right down
It makes my blood boil
That these diabolical clowns
Who should really hire a prostitute
Instead go all out online
In search of a bargain bang
Spinning their web of lies.