raise a woman an inch above a man,
and you will raise an hippopotamus
above an elephant.
jokes sided.... the piston works, yes?
the horsepower is ferrari or ford?
make a tagline of the treadmill lost
to the *******...
tools are missing: hammers and other additives,
but the rich boy turned into ***** sniffer are aplenty:
next best seller, arab carpet seller turned into
a capitalist we are fathomed with!
raise a woman an inch above a man,
soon stilettos will not do, but the skulls of other men
for the tormented walk.
let man’s optics suffice... let woman’s felt suffice:
as her ****** of the closed eye prove: man
sufficed pleasing her with eyes glorifying open
and her skin numbed to a loss of a ******’s pillow fight sleepover:
made man into a disquiet animal of her ennobled sacrifice of having
to live beyond his burial as a widow that
once spun web, then as widow spun doubly
an architecture of lies as the once spun
netting for enclosing a man for pure mechanics.
fools are we to attest such nature,
but double fools are we to succumb to it.