Cruel Girl

I remember your name, I remember your game. I hold no hatred for the hurt, the wound has long since healed.

Cruel Girl

 

I don't know how many times

You've left me standing there

With my dink in my hand

After you'd run off with the nearest goat.

 

I don't know if you know

How many of your teenage putdowns

Or your exultations of your period

I have patiently endured.

 

I don't know if you know

How many times I've covered

Your sorry a*s

From the rightous kick it deserves

 

All I asked from you

Was to stand with me

Even for just a little while

Against our common enemy.

 

All you offered

Was subjugation, oppression

And the worship of your sex

So all I could do

Was keep the cabin clean

And commune with the universe

Hoping that perhaps one day

The spirit that informs me

Will reach your heart.