Hysterical People

Hysterical People Hysterical women are sane It’s their natural state Hysterical men are crazy and don’t know the ways. Women carry fire to bed Set themselves on To set themselves apart Rest like babies in the dark That makes them straight and strong Strangling poisonous snakes are there too To swing them off to sleep And sing sweet nothings in the ear With no cares in the world Nothing rattles a woman’s heart Not even love or age Men burst into flames At the slightest touch of the cage Instead of tears they cry war Hysterical men can’t have children For fear of stomach and financial gains Women devour such creatures There is no other way Women live beyond all years for reasons Not established here Embrace the pain Hysterical men run in circles Then do it again