Listen to your mother.

 

Let me explain  what life will be like

if you marry a man that’s unworthy.

Who will make you lose your mind,

sell your soul and enforce you to abject misery.

 

When you first meet you will feel that nothing

unsavoury can be thrown upon the present time.

That your love is a sultry, slow movement

through symphonies, opera’s and oratories.

 

But remember he could be a dark chill bastard.

Some are underneath. Lacking their

Mother’s remonstrance. She won’t triumph

In your connection either. Bitch.

 

You will visit Dr Strong many times,

 if you bother with men.

Your life will be riddled with anxieties. At first

He will soften you with roses and chop out all thorns.

 

What’s it going to be eh?

A life of freedom, travelling the world?

Drinking juices from exotic fruits like

The ice cream bean and mangosteen?

Riding pillion along a dust ridden track

As scenery glides by , a technicolour film?

 

Or spent with a bellowing bull?

Who chooses to  grow the damn flowers,

rather than buying them.

Complains about money and controls you?

 He will, from the tip of your hat

To the end of your stiletto?

 

Men are good for one thing and some, the

Truth is some aren’t good at that.

His sexual prowess will disappear

Like Kilvert’s lard melting into fat.

 

Oh it’s all Justin Bieber now.

Life and love is like an ice cream,

Waiting to be bitten and licked.

Actually Justin will, WILL act at some point

Like a little prick.  Listen to your mother.

 

I am not a man hater in general but I wrote this poem when I was feeling particularly angry and despondent.