Woman

A dark response to Kelly's beautiful love poem of the same name to illustrate the juxtaposition some face.

Woman

I am man.

I look upon you,

woman,

as inferior,

as a possession.

A birthright.

Something I can take

whenever I choose.

Something I own,

someone there at my

beck and call,

and I really expect

to be served well.

So be warned!

Alpha male me,

red meat, bloody

and rare.

And my meal had best be on the table

when I get home.

Sex on demand

when I stagger back

along the lane,

whiskey'd and all beery

breathed after watching

my team lose to United

at the local,

where I touch-up the barmaids.

You don't know how lucky

you are!

You really don't.

26/05/17

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

I was hoping to see a few views from our great female poets on this site. (How diplomatic am i.)
But since they're none. I'm staggering beside you.
Till Margie comes on and kills you. lol

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Arrrgggh here she comes!
Cheers Paul.

[Patrick]

Too many of these types around. Decent piece.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed there are. Tis not all bowls of cherries out there. Thanks Patrick.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, the other viewpoint---hopefully one that will eventually be extinct----
definitely a well-done juxtaposition...
team Macho! team Chauvinist...

j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ha I am in trouble now Jacob, thanks a bunch lol!