“Stupid little girl brain” (Day 67 of 100 -- Poetry challenge)

How funny you are with your needle-prick lines
and small chin, with all that bile spilling over
from your thin-lipped kettle-burnt tongue.

It’s always a mystery
how you can have such a distaste
for women and still be straight.

All up in the strip clubs.
All dirty in the night.

All cruising from your hotrod
on the road, with those
flashy blue eyes
and your mean-hearted
stare-glare.

You’ve got quite an erection,
but you never take your wicked
little pointy tongue down there.
Hell, you don’t even care.

I must have a stupid little girl brain,
otherwise, I’m insane to put up with your
stupid little game.