To The Window-Shouters

Don't you go whistlin' at me, bitch,
I'm not your fecking dog!
I'm simply on my way to go and
Use the fecking bog.

Don't shout out of your window
As you go screeching by-
I'm a PERSON, not just body parts
And that shit just don't fly.

What business is it of yours
If I've got a boyfriend or not?!
I was 14 when you asked me;
You were a middle-aged adult!

And while I'm at it, it's not my clothes
Which are to blame- it's YOU!
I've got a right to wear what I feel like-
Us girls are people too!

And I'm not a frigid cow, you dick,
Just 'cause I don't reply
When you scream obscenities at me
Yet won't look me in the eye.

I just want to go about my day
With the minimum of fuss-
Don't sneak up on me and beep your horn,
It makes me jump and cuss.

And how is it a "compliment",
Being reduced to a piece of meat;
Having you describe in graphic detail
What you'd like to do to me?

The truth is, I'm just fucking sick
Of your shitty attitude.
You think you're being oh-so slick
But in fact, you're just plain RUDE!

You think you're such a player
But you'd have way more success
If you'd only stop being so bloody crass
And treat us with respect!