On A Certain Female’s Certain Ignorance Of Love

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It's hard to pass critique on something so specifically designated.  Another example of when less is more in a title, let my imagination do some work.  For that, I'm not really sure you want to edit.  You obviously put effort into rhyme and meter but there are a few inconsistencies and redundancies.

On A Certain Female’s Certain Ignorance Of Love.

To love a girl? A waste of time
Spent better company’d by wine,
Though purple grapes won’t swallow spunk pretty dirty intro, at least I know what spank is
Unlike her love they leave you drunk.and some drunks swallow spunk
For wine won’t leave you wanting more,I may be an alcoholic, but sometimes I definitely crave more
To ‘couple’ with a doting bore,
Who’ll see her more and fuck her less,are you the bore or someone else
Arrange her life and end her mess.
As through him order she attains,
How long can she suppress the strains?is she strained if her life is arranged or are you projecting?
Her want for passion, red raw highs,
The long for lust between her thighs.
But passion he has! Through cards and flowers,too many syllables, cut out 'through'
Tradition, meals and relaxed hours.
Yet flowers are a thoughtless gift-]not necessarily, I think you're bitter 
Memorable? No. Their death is swift.memrable? Cut out 'their' I'm just balancing syllables
Excitement? Rarely rolls the rumble
A birthday fuck, a drunken fumble,cut out 'a' each time
And Valentine’s! That day of course,
They smile when they should show remorse.smile sometimes sounds like 2 syllables take care
For that Hallmark day of celebration,
Lingerie and obligation,
Serves its purpose yet portrays
Their staleness on all other days.
But this fine day, romance is clear;is this still valentine's or some ambiguous 'other'day
Who cares for their remaining year!
Not she, whilst she is not alone;
Her father, bone and chaperone.
That thing they speak, ‘relationship’-
Without love? Dual custodianship.switching from complaining about other man, to complaining about her dad? Custodianship doesn't seem to flow, syllables...
She likes his looks and they get on,this is still here dad?
But void of heart is it not wrongI think some of these inversions are for meter, doesn't really help with understanding
To waste rare hours in dire embrace
Of other ‘cause you "liked his face”?
What more a woman could desire?
An easy life, no chance to hire.it feels like you're just dragging on
The stranger’s glint she can ignore,
Her friends that don’t, she’ll label whores.
Though surely sluts will have more fun,
A greater list of men they’ve done,
They’ll settle down and never sigh
Of a wasted youth with a boring guy.cut out 'a's and make guy plural
And who is she? She fucks a man
She does not love and never can.I thought you wereally saying just not shes not a slut, 
She knows this yet she fucks him still,
She soils herself with his bleak will.
And in exchange? His dull devotion,
Companionship, his weak emotion.
Every fuck, putrescent pollutionputrescent pollution is my favorite line in here, I think the amount of vulgarity makes the writer look worse than what he's writing about
Furthering her from absolution,
From I, this is no persecution-
Relationship, no. Prostitution!I mean, you say what you gotta say...

Three years spent, they’ll drift apart,
A tragic waste of her promising heart; 
A heart that sadly she assigned
To beat ‘neath her inhibiting mind.I'm sorry but I don't think she assigned her own hearthe and mind, maybe this is what you're really trying to say
Romantics true, a dying breed,
Contentment grasped through reason, greed.contentment through reason is greed?
And saying such I sound so scornful,
I loved her once. Thus I am mournful.these two lines say more than anything previous
As to be hers I’d have to change,
My heathen ways I would exchange.exchange and change are too similar in meaning and sound to rhyme together here.  It's like writing the same line twice for space.
Yet then so boring would I be,funny, like you want to be like the doting bore so that she does see you.
That she now loves, she would not see.she loves, she doesn't love
Still therefore she'd not want me,
And I’d not want me neither.neither? Either? I like how you end it, blunt, no rhyme makes it stand out.

I think you could turn this into a self help piece, abandonment therapy.  But like I said, I'm not sure of you really want to edit..


RBJ