Chasing a man

Chasing a man is like running after a tornado
Swirling frantically. Looking hopeful
Weighty but empty
Only tiny fragments of lust and nothingness consummating the spot where empathy should've laid
No wonder they lay even with a maid

Chasing a man is like building a snowman
Whose comeliness would be extinguished by the heat of sunlight
With his being melting away like candle wax
A nicely orchestrated mountain of flaky guts
Well patterned twaddle ego
Mouth made of fondant
Flirtatious. preposterous words incessantly pouring out of his bottomless hole
Hole with heavy wires that only connects to the scrotum!
Frivolously beating the chest of his Scrotum. His *MANHOOD* a weighty dangling elongated skin.
could be smaller than the size of an infant's middle finger in some. Little *MAN*

Chasing a man is like chasing a shaft which the wind blows away in no time
Not even the weight of his accustomed infidelity can keep him in place.
Whose feeling of empathy was emptied into the abyss
Rest in peace is the dividend for chasing a man
A glowing casket with red ribbons and rose gathered from his bed of lies would be poured over the lowering casket
A nicely embroidered lacy garment would be worn over the lifeless, formless, priceless Eve to conceal the wounds and pains with a lesion of rejection left sore and open underneath the dress.
His thumbnail would be laid on your tomb to woo who ever comes to say hello
His eyes are out, searching for


The next bait. Even in your funeral!

Chasing a man is heart break
Life wreck
Mind prick.
He'll woo you with pretense
Scorn you in absence
Hit you without repentance
And command your obeisance
I'll rather die an old maid than chase a man,
And wait up for him to rouse from the bed of his mistress to come and feed my lips with the oil from her sheath
A kiss that kills.
I could die a thousand times and still be born a woman and human
But chasing a man would disrupt the order
It'll make me less human.