Woman number one comes down the stairs
Screaming in her high-pithed Banshee wail
And is met with the mens' questioning stares
The steady cacaphony of her voice make me want to impale

Her with harsh words followed by cruel sincerity
And, finally she walks away from the, now angered, downstairs crew
To go back upstairs, leaving an uncomfortable sense of disparity
Allowing us time to awake, find our anger and stew

Woman number two is more calculating in her approach
Being a smiling façade over her manipulative deception
She's much more insidious with each subject to broach
Making me more angry when her true purose culminates in detection

She glides through the room like a queen shortly after the first's appearance
Acting as if the sullen stares and muted anger are nonexsistent
Her lying demeanor attempting a cool and calm innocence
The better to manipulate the other women behind her cause and intent

The third woman isn't a woman at all, but a computer ghost
Though, for all intents and purposes, by far the most cruel
She filled my world with pain, while the others just played host
She reminded me why a man who trusts a woman will always be a fool

She seemed to have a secret knowledge of when to strike to hurt me with maximum effect
After the first two nobody women had already destroyed the peaceful atmosphere
She stabbed me deeply, playing on emotion, not wanting to attempt logical intellect
Now I'm like a beaten puppy looking at my cruel mistress with hate and fear

-David "Dingo" Bleecher