Surviving Whatever

 

Run for cover
when she rolls her eyes
and wistfully replies
wrapped in a mournful sigh
the dreaded
WHATEVER...

Feel the earth crumbling
beneath your feet
and brace
for the inevitable
conversation crushing
Death Star corollary
I TOLD YOU SO...

Our outmanned

woefully outgunned gender

has to always remember

that any battle engagement

in a war of words skirmish

with the feminine side

will invariably lead

to our pride gutting demise...

Her verbal skills are far superior..

Her memory of past slights dominates..

If it comes to a war of sexual attrition

she possesses the biological resources

to outlast and torture you with your own needs..

This is one relentless adversary

with skills crafted and honed..

A battle hardened veteran

of many intergender skirmishes

with warriors of her own kind...

Against such formidable opposition

the only sensible survival position

is to yield the field of this argument

and live to die another day