I'Ll Turn My Face

I'll turn my face from the guy who will tell me to share his nagging tear and claims him as a millionaire, who can buy this and that, of course the she of a woman, either thin or fat. I'll hate that chap who is a drunkard and emits filthy smell but brags of his blood and property of father. I'll turn my face from the man who puts off his dirty linen to impress a woman. I'll pass that fop without any reply who thinks cricket and politics are under only men' domain. I'll run and run from the soggy head to a place solitary if he seeks chances to press against my will. I'll kill the guy who will force me to be in his brace. I hate a dolt who considers women block head and tool.