Let Me Tell You How I Really Feel

You're like a ruthless African dictator
Trying to wade across the stream of humanity
In full dress uniform
With sashes, and medals, and accouterments
Pacing nervously along the shore
Afraid to step in and get wet

Maybe you realize that we humans
Don't like people who think only of themselves
Maybe you're afraid of what we'll do to you
Once you struggle across the stream
And reach humanity on the other side
You should be afraid,
Because we'll tear you apart

You're every woman I've ever hated
Every woman I've ever loved
You're a push
You're a shove
You're a seven-year itch
You're a post-modern Lady Macbeth
You blood-sucking bitch