His redhead jag was love-hate,
His Mother influenced his state…
Of mind to feel
His anger was real,
Sorted it out just great.
The problem of watching for girls
When one self-loathes, the men get it hurled…
Being “their kind”
The man is not kind,
His anger toward them is hurled!
Stereotypes quickly fade
When friending redheads is played…
We’re not the same
Not even in name,
The anger we learn to evade.
Fearing your anger issues—0
Who wants constant use of tissues…
Some reds he sought
But all came to naught,
A brunette he married, and doesn’t miss you!