Of Boys and Their Pride

It’s funny, really, how most boys
Seem to think that women are their toys
But I have no price, I can’t be bought
And plasticine I am not
But go ahead, boys, have your fun
I don’t belong to anyone
Try to own me. I dare you, now
Bet you wouldn’t even know how
Oh, I see you’re a bit distressed
That I refuse to be possessed
Does my defiance upset your world?
Defiance is only the first petal unfurled
So now you’ll talk, you’ll rave and rant
My attention, though, will be quite scant
Listen? Please, don’t make me laugh
You have the eloquence of a giraffe
And the vocabulary, I must say, of a pig
Oh look, now you’re talking really big
To make up for smaller things, I’m sure
I’ll bet Viagra has a cure
Did that offend your manly pride?
Good, ‘cause I’ve just hit my stride
Try to leave; you’ll only fall
You can’t resist a Siren’s call
You swear that I’ll regret the day
That I sat and let you walk away
Oh, how easily these boys forget
That I’m unlike anyone they’ve ever met
I won’t wallow in Desire
I will revel in the fire
But they, I fear, will simply burn
No, these boys will never learn
They’ll still be screaming out my name
They forget that, above all, it’s a game
I’ve trumped them in skills, and certainly in brains
Yet somehow they still think they hold the reins
Silly boys, don’t you see?
It’s you who’ll regret tangling with me
I am no man’s simple toy
I’ll make of you a helpless boy
Don’t bother fighting; you won’t win
My curves will send you for a spin
In this fair game of love and lust
Give up now (you really must)
Or play until you meet your demise
You’ll find it here, inside my eyes

~Kassi~