Anonymous
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8/22/2025, 4:58:07 PM No.513711938
A poem i wrote about the sad life of a modern woman, pointing out contradictions and life stages with some help from ChatGPT
She used to be an innocent girl,
By twelve/thirteen, her cherry's torn.
By sixteen years, she tried anal,
She's now eighteen, a legal gal.
A lovely mother she could have been.
Her best years wasted in her teens.
Her body count in double digits,
Thoughts of marriage are perverted wishes.
She's legal age, but child within,
Her brain's not grown beneath her skin.
By twenty-five, her mind is set in stone,
A feminist path she'll walk alone.
At thirty years, she's craving marriage,
"Man up and plow my barren acreage."
She won't obey, nor will she follow,
Your divorce-rape is soon to follow.
She'll leave you broken, stripped and hollow.
A fate you should have feared to follow.
Now all thats left is wage and cage.
The fruitful years
The best is gone, the fruitful stage.
She used to be an innocent girl,
By twelve/thirteen, her cherry's torn.
By sixteen years, she tried anal,
She's now eighteen, a legal gal.
A lovely mother she could have been.
Her best years wasted in her teens.
Her body count in double digits,
Thoughts of marriage are perverted wishes.
She's legal age, but child within,
Her brain's not grown beneath her skin.
By twenty-five, her mind is set in stone,
A feminist path she'll walk alone.
At thirty years, she's craving marriage,
"Man up and plow my barren acreage."
She won't obey, nor will she follow,
Your divorce-rape is soon to follow.
She'll leave you broken, stripped and hollow.
A fate you should have feared to follow.
Now all thats left is wage and cage.
The fruitful years
The best is gone, the fruitful stage.
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