A piece of meat, looked over and over by the many judging passers by
The female species has been seen as nothing more than a rack of red meat
Displayed for all on the shelf of a butcher's store
Categorized by grade A *** or chop liver
Seen only as a price and short lived experience of eating it, only to toss the scraps to the dogs.
Viewed as an object of satisfaction
An instrument of pleasure
How cold for them to dismiss the heart
To ignore the soul
To yearn for the sin of gluttony
And still feel hunger for something more
Emptiness and a void no choice cut could ever fill
Yet the primal urge wins
Instinct and hormones combine
and the result is grotesque
Turning a radiant, amazing, complex woman
into a raw, cold, frozen piece of flesh to be consumed
Ravaged and torn apart by the serrated teeth of man
Shred into nothingness
Her dignity drowned as she is washed down, bite by bite.