October 7, 2018

It was our first interaction

Had no expectations of what was to happen

It was my day of birth

Genuinely happy

But the circus began

& He started tapping.

He was a Leo in his prime

Forgetting it was my day

But I let him shine

Called him by his name

He seemed to forget mine

Referred to me as a “Thingz and such”

Appalled and annoyed at the same time.

Decided to break down his verbal oppression

He didn’t expect this self respect confession

Had to teach him a quick little lesson

On how to speak on and of women

He was behaving like a peasant

An entertainer he claim he was

Tried to not to stereotype

But here he was

Objectifying women

Like he was the plug

Rated his song a 4

No hopes of joining his fan club

Left him drunk in his emotions

Exposed the clown he tried to not crack open

& All along I was hoping

That this disappointing path was not on his scope

But he doesn’t deserve the presence of Queens

He can continue to refer to other women

As “Things”, “Flings” and only complimenting their jeans

He shall perform for the crowd

He is a Joker and not a King

Ding A Ling Discussions

Day One

I decided to make clown the name of the song he tried to sing.

Women have to start ringing the bell on these kinds of things.