Gender Study- Cat Calls
Tiring. You’d think they’d stop walking this street,
with all the men who do nothing but bleat.
Hopeless. When has a cat call succeeded?
You’d think they’d stop after they’re unheeded.
Heaven forbid I do not once call out.
“Gay” (and much worse) the idiots would shout.
Goodness knows that I will never respond.
Who knows of more wretched men ever spawned?
How did this idiotic practice start?
It’s not the way to win a woman’s heart.
Copyright © Brittany Reynolds | Year Posted 2012
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