Women complain about men a lot.

I used not to get that.

I mean,

My father left when I was seven

Which screwed me up real good,

But for the longest time

I only knew gentlemen,

Much gentler than me, 

In fact.

I used to get mad

And sad

And cry for no reason.

And they would just let it pass.

One time I dated an actor.

Well, that was something else.

But at the moment 

Most men I know

Seem to want me dead 

Or naked in their bed.

I’d rather stay alive,

So show me what you’ve got.