№ 509: #UsToo?

If you're a guy

you're naturally lazy,
love makes you stupid,
sex makes you crazy.

Women tend,
more or less,
to be Venuses.

Sadly, men trend
on the whole
to be penises.

№ 391: An Apprehensive Pensive Prediction

Cassandra was a princess of Troy

who Apollo gifted with prophecy.

And everything she could foresee

was, invariably, right on the money.

Despite that, she never let

Apollo Phoebus “achieve” her.

Being a god, he — likely thinking it funny —

saw to it that no one believed her.

(I think this we might construe

as an early example of today's #MeToo.)

As you may surmise, I cannot prophesize

anything like a Cassandra.

What I can do — admit it, you KNEW! —

is indulge a small talent for poetical dander.

I predict victory for Trump/Pence 2020

and the end of U.S. democracy,

which will be replaced, after the coup,

by a Mike Pence Holy Theocracy.

(Mike Pence, I hear, believes he's God's plan

for turning us into a bigger Iran.)

№ 339: #SwedesToo

Der Spiegel: Literature, Lust and Lies at the Swedish Academy

The Swedish Academy will not be awarding a Nobel prize in literature this year. And a closer look at the swamp of scandal in Stockholm raises doubts as to whether it can ever be rehabilitated.

Things are just fine — until they suddenly aren't anymore. Then, everyone turns around and looks back in amazement at the human destruction and shards of shattered dignity left behind. At the moral morass. And they wonder: How could we have believed that everything would turn out alright?

WARNING: Article contains detailed descriptions of male misbehavior. Reader caution is advised. (Really!)

It seems, regardless, of position or wealth

a male of our species can't help himself

from helping himself to a woman's anatomy

even at, sadly, the Swedish Academy

where a bunch of (still!) mostly older white guys

each year decides who gets Nobel Lit. Prize.

This suggests men can not comprehend an instruction

which makes a distinction betwixt force and seduction.

No. 247: Y-chromosome On The Range

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(with apologies to Daniel E. Kelley and Dr. Brewster M. Higley)

This chere's a “poem”

'bout the Y-chromosome

that makes all things “female” fair prey.

To us it's just flirt.

(My God! That's a tight skirt!

What-you-mean, take my hand away?)

Why? Y-chromosome!

Allow me your fears to allay.

I never heard

your discouraging word.

I thought we agreed that we “play”.

I've nothing but praise

for those goodoledaze

when a fella could do what he likes.

When you stupid sluts

kept your fat yaps shut

and now you're dumb dykes wearing mikes.

Y-, Y-chromosome.

Back when — whether bi-, straight or gay —

if you were a famous

and rich ignoramus,

no one dared to get in your way.