Did you think you could hide
your misogynistic ways in those lines
all because you’re
own your own home?
O clever you.
Is it the shackles of marriage
that bring such distaste for all
those buoyant women reaching
toward their dreams, reaching
their hands around a cock
that’s not yours? Or jealousy
that you’re not one of them?
Perhaps she gained a few pounds. Or,
perhaps she’s the Trophy type but
denies you or bitches too much; spends
too much time on
the Home Shopping Network.
I wonder if there is a trout pond near the place
where you live; if visiting it reminds you of
the wetness now cold, once so warm & inviting,
A place that real men cherish, inhaling the
scent as heaven sings to them.
Pussy smells great until a man defiles it
with white, hot hatred.
It is a perfume for the body & soul,
A place where all darkness is calmed,
where life & love are born,
& where a misogynist makes jokes
or places blame.
Too many monsters like you, O clever one,
O pompous disgrace.