Shall I compare thee to a Leech?

[WickermanParticipant 57]

The following poem is dedicated to all the feminist trolls who lurk under bridges, waiting to pounce on their next male victim.

Shall I compare thee to a leech?
Wickerman – Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a leech?
Thou art more creepy and embedded in my flesh.
Your sharp teeth doth my body breach,
And my life’s blood flows red and fresh.
Sometime too hard thy sucker clings,
And often is its’ barbed teeth enfleshed;
As each drop of life’s blood wings,
By design, or parasite’s swelling body, refreshed;
But thy blood-swelled body shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that flesh thou suckle,
Nor shall satiety brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in length and breadth thou grow’st whilst I truckle.
As long as men can bleed, and leeches suckle,
So long lives me, and this gives blood to thee.

[WickermanParticipant 57]

Feminist take on MGTOW with reference to Stormfront, which is apparently a far right-wing website allegedly frequented by (some) MGTOWs.

http://rationalwiki.org/wiki/Men_Going_Their_Own_Way

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