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MBA (Male Bashers Anonymous)

by iloveanimecartoons

Original April 30, 1998

Revision February 22, 2008

Good evening.

My name is…well, I'd rather not say…and I'm a recovering male basher of 4 1/2 years—and it's been a long time coming.

I have just spent my first month being more open-minded to men, and it's been both enlightening and trying—here is my testimony…

I'm learning the kinder art of making men wait

I'm nicer, so, I get offered on numerous dates

Mad compliments flying around, but, my head's still on straight

I meet a guy, through my job and we chat on the line

For nearly two weeks, with sex on his mind

Well, I'll always put the blame where it's due

Conversations `bout sex aren't always taboo

But, in the second conversation?

That lead a way to assume

That the onset of sex can be likely presumed

But, enough about slim, to the other guys I've met

They look, sound and smell so good

Whew!

Child, I could've gotten wet

I find myself quoting an old `High Energy' song

You can't turn me off, right in the middle of turning me on—I can't suddenly stop

You change me from cold to hot

I've come across some perverts—they were ducked out or dismissed

Of course, I've run into my assholes—and, when needed, they got dissed

I'd say, “Don't play with me like a toy--this ain't no Toy Story!”

“You're making it hard for me not to put you in a category”

With those same old guys, whose honor I don't prize

They look me in the eyes and say

They love me and leave me

They'd fuck me, then, deceive me

“Baby, believe me, I'm different—you'll see.”

That's what they say and I say “It sounds all the same.

From every type of man I've heard it from, the lines all sound the same.”

I'm finding problems with relating to guys and their statements

Any words of disgust are the ones I resent

Like “So, what that thing do?” and “I'm sayin'—can I hit that?”

And “Damn, it's not like I wanna love you—I just want some of your Kat!”

I can't get but so mad—I'll put the latter on me

How can I get mad at their words when I said I want honesty?

`cause, just like I asked them, they're keeping it real

So, now, because the truth is out, they've lost all appeal?

I need to work on openingmy eyes more

before I dare ask a brother to tell me the score

And, that quick, by not fronting

I think I've learned something

That's my first month

I guess I need more meetings

I'll be back!