Look around you, in the bushes,
up in the clouds, in the cubicle
next to you at the office.
There’s a (wo)man or maybe
a wo(man) ready to save your
life, put out a fire or kiss you.
(S)he is a mother or a father or
a sister or a nephew – and (s)he
is on a “don’t touch me” list.
The evil one has branded “IT”
as inhuman, ugly, ***** canine –
words that hurt deeply, sting.
You see, (s)he used to have a
***** but now does not – or (s)he
didn’t have a ***** but now does.
What makes the evil one sweat
about the pinkness or blueness
of a child’s toy animals?
Is it wearing pants instead of
skirts? Is it wearing lipstick
instead of a moustache?
In the court of the evil one –
modeled after Renaissance
art and sculpture – is a rule.
Only the descendants of Eve
properly equipped with a ***** –
and born with it – are human.
So, hark, you who believe in
equality, test your chosen ones –
be sure their equipment is valid.
What God has given cannot –
according to the laws of nature –
be changed into fake goods.
Fear not, though, you scaredy-cats,
the evil one now has a solution –
a birth certificate is not enough.
The new proof of citizenship – in
fact the only legal document – is
the ****** passport.
This 20-page, copyrighted, coded
booklet is impervious to forgery –
it explodes if attempted.
The bearer’s birth photo is on
page 1 – containing a ***** or
***** plus an inkblot thereof.
This is proof positive of the
real gender of the owner – *****
anyone with a contrary viewpoint.
The evil one is pleased with their
cunning enforcement of the true
rule of nature:
Only men – natural penises, of
course – may serve as adherents
of “MY” constitution.
© Lewis Bosworth, 8/2017
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
Look around you, in the bushes,
up in the clouds, in the cubicle
next to you at the office.
There’s a (wo)man or maybe
a wo(man) ready to save your
life, put out a fire or kiss you.
(S)he is a mother or a father or
a sister or a nephew – and (s)he
is on a “don’t touch me” list.
The evil one has branded “IT”
as inhuman, ugly, ***** canine –
words that hurt deeply, sting.
You see, (s)he used to have a
***** but now does not – or (s)he
didn’t have a ***** but now does.
What makes the evil one sweat
about the pinkness or blueness
of a child’s toy animals?
Is it wearing pants instead of
skirts? Is it wearing lipstick
instead of a moustache?
In the court of the evil one –
modeled after Renaissance
art and sculpture – is a rule.
Only the descendants of Eve
properly equipped with a ***** –
and born with it – are human.
So, hark, you who believe in
equality, test your chosen ones –
be sure their equipment is valid.
What God has given cannot –
according to the laws of nature –
be changed into fake goods.
Fear not, though, you scaredy-cats,
the evil one now has a solution –
a birth certificate is not enough.
The new proof of citizenship – in
fact the only legal document – is
the ****** passport.
This 20-page, copyrighted, coded
booklet is impervious to forgery –
it explodes if attempted.
The bearer’s birth photo is on
page 1 – containing a ***** or
***** plus an inkblot thereof.
This is proof positive of the
real gender of the owner – *****
anyone with a contrary viewpoint.
The evil one is pleased with their
cunning enforcement of the true
rule of nature:
Only men – natural penises, of
course – may serve as adherents
of “MY” constitution.
© Lewis Bosworth, 8/2017
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