Women=Zombies

Men are football.

They tackle, they fight,

They get scrap in the mud.

Women are chess.

Chess with a poison cup for the loser.

It’s a game of the minds, the wits.

Never saying what you mean

And always hiding what you feel.

Men are simpler.

Not better, not worse, just simpler.

They say “HEY! You screwed me over!”

And then they tackle.

But when the game is over

It’s all pats on the back, good jobs, and high fives.

Women on the other hand,

It’s do or die.

Me or you will make it out of this alive.

Okay, not necessarily alive, but emotionally intact.

Men see it how it is.

They say how it is.

They will punch each other for how it is.

Women will smile.

They will grin and bear it.

Until the no longer grin or bear.

It’s all compliments and knives in the back.

And I guess that’s the reason why

The overwhelming majority of my friends are guys.

Or girls who are sick of the drama.

Tell me how it is!

Tell me that you’re pissed!

Tell me your point of view and I will respond.

I will not just bury it.

Burying things has a way of making zombies.