Confidence!

Confidence! Confidence,’ you say,
‘Is what I look for in a man.’
The confidence within those eyes that splay
Your undressed breasts like cracked eggs in a pan.

The confidence to make you feel unwell,
The confidence to stow away his heart,
The confidence to send them all to hell,
And stand behind his shitty art.

The confidence to find it all a bore,
The confidence to be a bore at that,
The confidence to start an unjust war,
The confidence to wear a douchey hat.

The confidence to say, ‘I don’t understand you,’
And have that pass for understanding you.

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