Stop Staring at me ! All these eyes roam my body as those I was a stuffed chicken on Thanks Giving Day. Men, creatures of God’s punishment to humanity. He built men with such little common sense who finds the simplest pleasure in life and are such uncomplex being who are given honor to be called MAN. Look at them running after every skirt they see. The city is a hunting ground for these land crocodiles. They watch you from the corner of their eye, pretending to read their newspapers upside down while in their head slowly undressing you in the train, or in the bus, or even in the café. Even a simple quiet lunch is impossible with these vulturous eyes scavenging for fresh meat. If I had a choice, I choose to be ugly, for that is the only way that a woman can get around in the city unnoticed. Boobs popping out, slits up high on thighs, perfect bottle bodies are invitations to these scroungels. They are just as low as the stray dogs in the smokey alleys of the city, only difference is they are better dressed. Once again I set my gaze straight and make a beeline to my office building. Look at them run behind me with such passion. They disgust me. Men are disgusting creatures. Scumbags of the earth.
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