"misandrist" poems
when taking out a girl
it is important to pick her up from her house,
though it is acceptable to meet
at the agreed location.
at a cafe, you buy her coffee.
at a restaurant, you buy her dinner.
at a bar, you buy her drinks.
buy a lot of them too.
this is only fair as
she gets paid less than you do
more often than not.
you take her hand and
you kiss her.
you hold the door open for her.
she laughs at your jokes.
she dresses up, dolls up and
you tell her she's beautiful.
she can make the move,
but it's better if you do.
but she can, this isn't the dark ages.
this isn't the dark ages.
we can all choose to vote for
kang or kodos.
I do admit, i'd only first heard the word
misandrist a few months ago.
(even spell check doesn't think it's a word).
which reminds me:
you hit her
you **** her
you abuse her
you defile her.
you are the one
who writes this kind of bile.
but it's okay.
we don't blame the bramble
for strangling the forest.
we do blame you for being
the way you are,
but it's okay.
you and I know
your repulsive behaviour is just a
reflection of us.
and we can't rectify a reflection.
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 11:09 AM UTC
Tolstoy was a boy,
Ibsen was Henrik's son
Hardy had a father,
And see how well they've done.
Byron was a grandson,
And Wordsworth had a wet nurse,
Thoreau had a 2 to go,
Shakespeare a bad marriage,
Austen was a loner,
Poor Sylvia was a goner,
And see how well they've done.
Joyce had a ***** mind,
Fitzgerald liked to drink,
Richler liked to smoke,
And Wolfe enjoyed a ****
And see how well they've done.
Fielding was a misogynist,
Wilde was a jailbird;
Virginia a misandrist,
And Kerouac a simple ****
Yet see how well they've done.
Still with all their drawbacks,
Look how well they've done;
Like our old friend John,
We surely come un-done.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
A ripening sky-
dotted ambiguously with
molten fibers--
*the sculptor’s daughter
And her flesh shavings.*
How corrupted,
the christening angels:
the sunsets they cry, and contaminants they hide.
Our faux harvest of a blessed apple,
slaughtering the whole barrel,
Ripping out their cores.
Zipped through bursts of
squints and charcoal,
inky, starless
irises--
*Dolly Misandrist; not human;
one after the other, sliced those sonnies up,
Knocked them down like chess pieces.*
Perhaps she wanders, and flees-
filled with - fire -
spilling over with sin;
perching on her
Shattered masterpieces.
A flock of birds,
ringing around the carcass,
pounced to tear apart their evening meat--
*they chased Dolly the damsel to the state border,
She was fenced in by boys and their
grandfather’s pistols.*
Cleared her throat to plead one last swan song,
but was interrupted by the scraps
of bread they threw into the duck-pond.
*The first boy shot her right between the chest-
“You shouldn’t have been such a **** Misandrist.”
Eyes-
“That’s for my brother.”
Head-
“Ladies don’t come first where you’re going.”
A speechless, frozen moment passed.
Blank stares. Open mouth. Nothing coming out.
“That *****
The trees scurry from beneath
the ocean of stars. Come Sunday morning,
the church pews are full.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
Men become boys in the cradle of my lap, comfortable
as I twist the tufted curls behind their soft ears,
and I wonder how easy it would be
to cleave them in two with a rusted fish hook.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 8:51 PM UTC
If you can’t find a familiar voice,
For gods sake, don’t argue.
Just give up and take an easy route.
Without a belt or needle,
Just a cable and a screen.
You’ll be able to shoot up on dopamine.
So easy to always seem right.
**** it, you don’t have to be bright!
The ease we have to escape strife,
Makes me want to steam clean my brain.
Bathe in disinfectant.
Let hand sanitizer be my imbibe.
Better yet bleach.
You can say anything.
Racist, sexist, misogynistic, homophobic, misandrist, dull, shallow, backstabbing, hateful, and malicious.
Go on the internet,
And find a Fuckyeah.com for it.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 6:59 PM UTC