Men piss me off
So many girls have been hurt,
By all you men.
It ticks me off so much,
I wish you were all dead.
Little girls,
Teenagers,
Grandmas, Mothers,
And even your sisters.
You all decided to hurt,
For what?
For pleasure?
For pain?
For the stain
You leave behind?
Are you so cruel that you get satisfactions from ruining
Young girls' lives?
How could you even do that,
You sick son’s of bitches.
Your mother’s raised you better (I hope),
Instead of being such a dick.
You men enrage my very being,
Hurting girls from all over the world,
Without sorrow,
Without remorse,
Without even a grain of sympathy.
But to those men who are good fathers,
Good brothers and Uncles,
Who protects the women that get hurt,
Thank you for being the small population,
That actually gives a damn.
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PersonalThemeAbstract
Personal anger about harm to women, grounded in real experience.
SparseMeasureDense
Multiple ideas layered: accusation, questions, gratitude. Moderately dense.
DarkSentimentBright
Predominantly angry, bitter, with brief gratitude at end.
StillEnergyExplosive
Explosive rage, emphatic language, exclamatory questions drive intensity.
MicroLengthEpic
35 lines total; falls in 31-60 range.
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Some metaphor (stain, ticks off), mostly direct address and declarative.
LyricVoiceDramatic
Pure lyric internal voice; speaker's anger and conviction throughout.
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