Oh Sam, oh Sam yes, there you are, but Sam, this time you have gone too Far, What will it take to get you to go? How many times do I have to say “NO?”
You’ve told me with your little wink, you’ve told me of the things you think. You’ve paid no mind to what I’ve said, Thought not once ’bout what’s in my head. Which really, Sam, is quite absurd, Seeing as I’ve use my words.
Each time you’ve told me what you want to do, I’ve said, “no, not with me, not with you.” Yet you get more persistent, Despite my increased insistence, that I DO NOT WANT TO DO THOSE THINGS WITH YOU.
I appreciate how creative you are, that you think we could do that in your little car, Or that if I get upside down You can get inside my gown. I understand that you are lonely, Know what you mean by “ride me like a pony,” But that doesn’t change the simple truth That your incessant attempts are more than just a bit uncouth. They are rude and selfish, frightening and berating So listen to this tale that I am relating.
When I say “no” it does not mean “try harder,” “No” does not mean, “try to out smart her.” “No” means no, it means go away, It does not mean come back another day.
It does not mean “offer her a prize” Or “try some more creative lies.”
It does not mean suggest a grander scheme, It does not mean things aren’t what they seem.
Do I seem oh so stubborn to you? Because I don’t want to do those things you do?
Well guess what, Sam I am?
I have that right.
I have that right right now, tonight. And it does not mean that I am uptight. It means that I know what I want to do and with who and that you are not the who that I want to do those things to.
So you can take your green eggs and even your hams And slip them inside someone else’s gams. Because mine are just for those who will listen And not while smacking their lips til they glisten, But actually listen to the words that I say, And respect them enough to know that I get my way.
At least with my body, every damn day.
So, for the very last time, No matter how you whine, You are not the he that I want to do those things to me, Not in a car, not in a bar, not if you were a fucking super star. I do not have to explain myself to you, I do not care what you do, or with who, I do not care how great they say you do the things you did with they, All I care is that you go away.
Because I said No, I said it that way. I said it with a smile, I said it with my inside voice what I do with my body is totally my choice. I asked you please to go away and that is what you need to do Because I can do whatever I want, and not with you.
I’m sorry if your ego now is bent, But Sam, this is what we call consent.