The Witch & The Pyre

They say,
That you are quite the liar.
You exclaim that women are witches,
And you bring them to the pyre.

What was their crime?
Did you take offense to their attire?
Did they call you a hobbit?

But like...
Are you from the shire?

She probably rejected you,
To earn such violent ire.

Funny,
I thought,
Only dragons could breathe fire.

Not small,
Hateful men,
With consciences of barbed wire.

Turns out,
All you need is a single lighter.
I guess misogyny’s in demand,
And you seem to be a supplier.

Yawn,
This narrative is tired.
You love to hate the woman,

But could you even satisfy her?

(That one,
Of course,
It is rhetorical.

I know your type,
And that you,
Loathe consensual.)

Anyways!

What was that about fire?
Oh,
You were serious?
I thought that was satire.

No.

Women will not be your martyr.
That violent,
Bullshit rhetoric,
Has got to be retired.

But hey, sure, I’ll bite.
This poet packs a punch.

Settle down, boy,

I eat your kind for lunch.