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Moral Algebra

You do the math and I'll provide the irrationals,

as I tend to cling to panic in the asymmetry of life.

In this Twenty-First century women still suffer

from laws streaming out of councils of men.

These are not self-stabbing heroines,

they do not ask the heavy deluge of derision.

They are faced with laws stemming from an abbatoir,

from men who wish to usurp the birthright.

Men who have become strangers to their own mothers,

men whose ***** dispense a fouled milk,

men who deserve an **** ultrasound colonoscopy.

So, I beg you to balance the inequality of the equation,

gather our sisters in this non-Euclidean space:

this is one we solve by inspection!

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brian-oarr
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Published
May 5, 2012
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