I don’t get feminism.
The term, that is.
When they ask, "Are you a feminist?"
I reply, “Sure.”
They nod in bobble-head approval.
“I’m also a childist and animalist”
A confounded grimace glazes over
“Huh?”
“Of course. Aren’t YOU a childist?
Aren’t YOU an animalist?”
“Uh. What do you mean?”
“Well, don’t you believe that children
and animals should be treated with love?”
“Well, naturally.”
“Well. There you go. You’re a childist
And animalist.”
"Besides, you would extend this love
To all sentient beings, I’m assuming?”
“Ummm. Yes...”
“Well, then, you’re a masculinist too,
Just like me!”
This is about the time their cell buzzes
Or their double soy frap is ready
They whisk away
“Oh, I’m also a worldist!” I belt out
Before they exit
As I resume reading
Remaining clever, and
Alone.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
I don’t get feminism.
The term, that is.
When they ask, "Are you a feminist?"
I reply, “Sure.”
They nod in bobble-head approval.
“I’m also a childist and animalist”
A confounded grimace glazes over
“Huh?”
“Of course. Aren’t YOU a childist?
Aren’t YOU an animalist?”
“Uh. What do you mean?”
“Well, don’t you believe that children
and animals should be treated with love?”
“Well, naturally.”
“Well. There you go. You’re a childist
And animalist.”
"Besides, you would extend this love
To all sentient beings, I’m assuming?”
“Ummm. Yes...”
“Well, then, you’re a masculinist too,
Just like me!”
This is about the time their cell buzzes
Or their double soy frap is ready
They whisk away
“Oh, I’m also a worldist!” I belt out
Before they exit
As I resume reading
Remaining clever, and
Alone.
