Feline Frenzy

Put on your pussy hat, grab your Kibbles— Let that cat out of your bag Celebrate your business, Womyn Whether you be sprite or hag . . . Which is which? You make us wonder (as you hate on the head-of state) What you're packing. Woman-thunder Promises to titillate. Lead us men into our future Show us where we've gone astray. Shine that light of Matriarchy As we stumble on our way. Pure emotion lights your gender. Superficial party-lines Tie us up. A pussy-bender Just might straighten out your signs. Talking-points at intersections Promise to inflame the game. Seeking brave new world directions Ought to shift some blame.

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