Thursday, December 20, 2007

Amputated Thoughts

Something stinks. Disciplined, organized carnage
Is fear of women, disguised as love of women.
It is male solidarity, expressed as fear of men.

I bulge into another beast, dude, soon as I put on
My asskicking uniform. Killing is the most abstract
Of concepts, the most concrete act. We're like chimps,
Lions and hippos, not so much swans and other birds.

Believe you me, son, a male with status,
And I don’t mean glittering platform shoes,
And cash will get his and everybody else’s.

Prime females shun social eunuchs, even
If they're spiffy physical specimen. Amen.