By: Claudia Lopez

Where once embroiled in a cool embrace,
You stand away, the picture of disgrace:
Behind, a fallen fruit, a rotten pair,
Where once was love, dark hatred fills the air.
How could she leave you playing on your own?
The monkey bars are not the first to groan:
And what strange reason would we come to see
For an Ajax to be dumped by thee?
A petty smile and a smallish rack,
(But when she’s twelve its hardly an attack),
To kiss another fella by the lake:
Oh why can’t nice guys ever catch a break!

It’s this you carry heavy on your breast,
When talking to a pretty woman’s chest,
The trauma carried to your 18th year,
Will be forgotten if you follow here:
When faced with love remember how to duck,
So you can shake the title of a Cuck.

Of quests, you will discover there are three,
And hear them in the change-rooms with some glee,
To guide you we shall whisper in your ears,
Us ghosts of long past heroes, Greeks and Lears:
We’ll sing of ancient battles, hunting grounds,
Using voices loud, though ne’re profound.

To start you’ll gather riches you can boast,
For this you’ll have a podcast you can host:
So gather friends with self-importance small,
Who’ll look at every issue with no stall
While praising Alethia for her grace:
She’ll have to smile in her names disgrace.

Up next is Strength, for which you’ll need to work,
(We’ll find you some enhancements as a perk!)
In looks you will find disappointment Rare
steak and eggs are all that you must dare.
Within your gaze will all reflections gape,
A picture from which all your sins escape.

Your final battle armed with these you’ll need,
(Or you will fail at which real men succeed)
I warn you to be careful in your plot
Hercules would shudder at the thought
Conquest shall no longer be denied,
Of women, you must earn through vig’rous pride
And win them like you won those gaming cups:
Women can save this little group of cucks.

So off you’ll go to meet this final task,
Where advantage comes with little flasks.
Dry clean your finest at the local shop,
Harass the workers ‘till there’s not a spot.
Out on the town, your buddies will agree:
That she looks hotter than the other three.

I’ll swagger in and swoop down to my prey,
She might not laugh, if I have lots to say:
I’ll make her listen to my woeful tale
About those females and their ‘nice girl’ veil,
She’ll looks me up and down, maybe some luck?
And hit me in the face, I’ll quickly duck!
My friends will come to help me to my feet,
A purple eye is hardly a defeat.
You know she has a boyfriend, but it fits
To cuck that soyboy and to call him shit

You’ll pout at home about how lonely males
Are forced to paint their values and their nails,
While blushing maidens plast on rouge and curls,
In vanity their dainty virtue whirls:
For armed with brushes and a violent dance,
Us men, those cucks, have never stood a chance

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Claudia Lopez is a student from Melbourne, majoring in Literature, Physiology and Spanish. She enjoys writing poetry and short fiction, especially through feminist and Marxist lenses.