Why are you friends and wannabe more with so many men 

Who are blocked, no, not friends, with their ex spouses? 

Do you believe it is the women who are always to blame

Refuse to entertain that your trust-fund baby friends are louses?

They show every other sign of being greedy and infantile, 

Yet you add them and keep them and pretend they’re not vile.

They show every other sign of sociopathic lying 

But you tend to the friendships as if they are golden and shining. 

Are you so brainwashed you think men above suspicion, 

That all women are wrong and it must have been their sin? 

Because you know better, little girl—you lived it yourself.

You know men like those friends are perverse in stealth, 

You know they are bigots and sexists and heretical cucks

And you know the life you led with one of them sucked,

And they’re just like him, in more ways than you admit, 

Phony presentations of life sold to onlookers, it’s shit.

And you are not a man, though you try to mimic their vulgarity, 

You are a woman, so where is your intuition and sincerity? 

It’s not right that the men that you add have all been ditched by their wives, 

There’s something wrong with them, something wrong with their minds, 

Yet you keep them and excuse them, lend them your name as friend, 

You’re a traitor to your sex, subservient to bad men, traitor to women.