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Surviving Whatever

Surviving Whatever

Run for cover
when she rolls her eyes
and wistfully replies
wrapped in a mournful sigh
the dreaded

WHATEVER...

Feel the earth crumbling
beneath your feet
and brace
for the inevitable
conversation crushing
Death Star corollary

I TOLD YOU SO...

Our outmanned
woefully outgunned gender
has to always remember
that any battle engagement
in a war of words skirmish
with the feminine side
will invariably lead
to our pride gutting demise...

Her verbal skills are far superior..

Her memory of past slights dominates..

If it comes to a war of sexual attrition
she possesses the biological resources
to outlast and torture you with your own needs..

This is one relentless adversary
with skills crafted and honed..

A hardened battle veteran
of many intergender skirmishes
with warriors of her own kind...

Against such formidable opposition
the only sensible survival position
is to yield the field of thisĀ argument
and live to die another day

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Being Me

Hahaha...lol!Ā  I enjoyed the read x

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Steve Green

Thank you.. It was both fun and painful to write

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Yiyan Han

True reality ;)

If it comes to a war of sexual attrition
she possesses the biological resources
to outlast and torture you with your own needs..

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