( alias ~ ode to the women of divorce )
Girls, women, ladies graze like cows in the field chewin’ their cuds
Waitin’, watchin’, holdin’ on to what they have been taught
Told where to go and what to do….
Movin’ heavy bodies to the beat of the current music or the farmer’s whip.
Inside they’re plannin’ their escape
Through the fence and over the pasture to where the grass is greener
On the other side
Anything would be better than this!
Honey tits to suck on
Givin’ milk and sustenance to everyone else
Good girls roped in and corralled
Put in place for breedin’ and feedin’.
Some special fate is calling
But it has to be loud enough to be heard
Over the spittin’ and the fightin’ of the men in charge
The females trot to the time of the man clock
Their hands move around in the circle of shame
Goin’ round and round and there never is an end!
The time machine all wound up
Knowin’ there are unlived lives in its veins.
The men strive for great chemical reaction
Results that show in size and gain
Dense heads frying new lard into their brains again and again…
Is it any wonder we are bored?
Daily hate kills kind of like forever
Some of us brave enough to smoke little doobies to forget
A defense from the shitful world of men in control
Punchin’ knobs, clocks, buttons…all wound up for more of the same.
We sit at our kitchen counter smokin’
Where home has become hell
Holdin’ on, needin’ to glimpse the light or a hint of fragrance in the dung
Suckin’ tums to combat the acid
Growling deep within.
cailin raine
No comments:
Post a Comment