No more

You slimy, slithering little dwarves

calling out to me ‘hi ho’

hi, no

I don't think so

get your beady eyes off my now

I don’t like how you stand there

not far enough away

you don’t see my face

just the clothes and skin that encase my body

hugging me like a man who knows how to show his affection

still he’s polite enough to hide his erection

the clothes that tell you I’m trying to get your attention

attention whore

whore

how am I the whore?

when you would stick it into anything that moves

my skin prickles when I move

with you calling out to my ‘hi ho’

hi, no

I’d call you a man ho

but I shouldn’t have to specify gender

whether or not you have a member

you, sir, are a ho

no no no

don’t laugh off the daggers I’m shooting your way

feel each stab as deep as your humanity falling into a bottomless abyss

I’ll see you down there

because in the heat of the moment

you call me a hot piece of ass

I don't have time to sit down and tell you

I am not a piece of ass

I am not a piece of anything

I am a whole person

do you see me better now, son?

I have lots to offer but you get none

you get frostbite from my shoulder

the words I didn’t say should make you colder

If I was bolder I would say them

instead I walk away

blood rushes to my face

and I swear to myself that one day

I will face you

and every man who thinks me less

than long legs in a dress

calling out to me ‘hi ho’

hi, no

no more