Why Would You Ask Her That?

He asked me did I think it only took a dick

For a person to be a prick?

So I told him that many a woman without a dick

Was also a prick

But it takes a dick with a prick

Or a prick with a dick complex

To make a woman feel like shit

I said it takes a dick five minutes

To make those of us who are dickless

Feel like we’re witless

It takes a prick to run a country

And a dick to run a business

But then again

What would a woman know?

I said that it seems like I was born

A woman in a mans’ world

A spanner in some tools’ toolbox

A bitch or a chick or the bird of another dick

It seems I’m always referred to as

 An animal ready to be fucked over

And then passed along

But then I bit my lip afraid I’d let slip

All my opinions at once

Then I carried on and said to him

You see,

I wasn’t born with a coveted appendage

Or a tree trunk full of white spunk

Or pants full of junk, except what I haul around in my

So called ‘trunk’

Wasn’t that how you pleasantly referred to it

As you grabbed it or slapped it

As you took my short skirt to be an invitation

To my assets or to my cunt

Because you think a flash of the cash

Will make me fall into your arms

Like some dickless, witless

Bitch or chick or the bird of another prick

So no I answered, in a pretty round-a-bout way

I don’t think it takes a dick

To be a prick

But it sure takes a dick to make me

Feel like a prick

And to take something like my cunt

And make it into something taboo

All because I wasn’t born with balls and

One engorged member, like you