For I Have Been Left A Woman Wanting

I've been left a woman wanting

Waiting by the door

I've been left a woman wanton

Crying on the floor

See men will take and take and take

Always needing more

I never sought to be a woman

You made that choice before

I knew you saw me as something

You could still stand

To leave and sing

Some merry song of yore

I don't recall when I was asked

To take that gauntlet up

To bear the cross of womanhood

With each and ev’ry sup

Woe betide any beast who would

Get walled up inside

A labyrinthian cavern o ne'er enough

The holy sepulcher of a man's mind

See the Sheela Na Gig in the buff

Sitting crouched on its gate outside

Looking so tired and so sore

From gaping itself wide

To live inside the apple of another person's eye

Is to rot and wither at the core

And with each passing glance sigh