My boundaries are strong,
I don’t think you are wrong,
I am just completely done,
With your opinion of one.
You see, I like a bit more of a base,
Where evidence lives in the space,
Where facts are considered most useful,
And not only anecdotes by the handful.
Now, that’s not at all to say,
Anecdotes don’t hold sway,
Sure, collected systematically,
Illustrate life most graphically.
And in time, could be evidence,
But it’s also not a coincidence,
That we haven’t fallen off the edge,
Of the earth and there’s no ledge.
Tired of being told by wankers,
With only their ego as anchors,
That they are right, because of a guess.
Then they rage, because they know best!
Read the links myself and others gave you,
And come back when you’re not quite so rude,
Your complex of terminal testicular superiority,
Definitely ain’t the same as years of university.
And by the way, while we are on it,
Your misogyny is worthy of vomit,
Because in addition to years of study,
I also have practical experience ‘honey‘.
Yes, believe it or not, vaginas can do,
The same and even better than you,
Proud to be a lesbian feminist bitch,
You’re boring, ignoring you in a stitch.
NB: this poem is not peer reviewed.
Jacci Pillar 