Male Authors

Walter Scott had me on my knees
Oh, what a tangled web we weave
When we first practice to deceive
You make it impossible to leave
Edgar Allan had me on my toes
As I turned a blind eye to classic prose
Tap tap tapping at my chamber door
Quoth the raven nevermore

Oh, Lenore
Darkness there, and nothing more

But I get caught up in the branches
When I tango among the vines
I get tangled up like every goddamn time

So I stopped reading male authors
Cause they have nothing left to say
Oh what futile games we play
Misquoting Shakespeare to this day
Are men ok?

Are men ok?



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Writer(s): Zachary Paul Sullentrup
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