Your declarations of chastity
Unsheathed a sword of Damocles
And waited, baited to unleash
Cries of misandry, projectiles

Aimed and fired an Arctic
Chill of indifference,
Left me stranded in saltwater;
Irritating my ocular spec

For all of the bleeding-hearts
Emoted in lieu, you would turn
a hundred pages, ten times over
But ink and stink bleed through