This is another brief and somewhat bitter poem (I did have a romantic breakup recently). I think it is good to get negative energy out of your system, as long as it is only artistic and not physically violent. I feel a kind of kinship to Emily Dickinson. I know my poetry isn’t as good as hers, but she also wrote brief and somewhat bitter stuff. Anyway, here it is.
“Man” by yours truly
Oh no! It’s Mister Man again.
And look: he’s dating a mannequin.
Because no woman would have him.
Something you can fathom?