Sad Sack

Are chat rooms

for random fictional pick-ups

a sign

of a misguided mind?

If so I am a functional mess

Is it wrong to be a player

And a woman?

I think not but others

Disagree

Why should I care

That they choose to judge me?

I don't know …

Is it wrong to feel no shame

To know the # of your

Past lovers

But not remember every name?

Perhaps, but who can honestly say

That every jerk you picked up in a bar

Who treated you like crap

And never called you back

Deserves your

Remembrance

Not I

I will not cry

Or wish you'd call

I made my choice

I could call it a mistake

Or wallow in regret

But I don't have

The prerequisite guilt

To believe in it

So instead I'll pretend a pride

And arrogance I don't possess

To keep me from feeling

Weak and powerless

Your masculinity forces me

To want to destroy you

In a sense

To pull you in to teach you a

Lesson

And it's not your fault you

Were born with a Y chromosome

And that the world hurt me so bad

That I cannot trust. Ily, 2008