Father to son, the word slithers down: Abuse them, ignore them, have lots of fun. Then say you are sorry, acting contrite, And they will adore you, at least for a night. The more you can hurt them, The more pain you cause, The more they are grateful, When you try to reform. Thinking they failed when you ran away, Thinking you love them when you deign to stay, Until they are dizzy, thinking of you, And trying to hold you invite you to screw. Which puts you in honey As long as you want, And if they grow boring, There’s always more cunts Men like to do this I do understand But woman, why take it To just have a man?