Heal

"It's so windy now,

 Why did you have to wear a skirt?"

 Oh forgive me, wise man, 

 The Oracle in me couldn't predict the weather

Make I a harmless sex joke, 

There you go, now I am a slutty pervert

Such hairy arms and thick thighs, dude you poke,

Remember the time you got emasculated,

The day faster than you I ran?

And oh, you think I weigh too much,

And it's okay the way to me you touch?

I am glad though I cannot meet your cooking expectations,

Or how else could I starve you, talented gentlemen, to death?

Wellbeing a woman has always been a threat,

I wish I this humanity to be healed...