Survival of the Fittest
Even the most beautiful woman is not acceptable
enough to appear, unpainted, in public
without the billion dollar cosmetic burka
meant to conceal the real woman
as effectively as the identity-erasing robe/ghetto
each woman wears in the Middle East.
She cowers behind make-up, made afraid for profit,
that others will discover she is not as immaculately groomed
and hyperfeminine as stunningly sexy transvestite RuPaul
nor as overendowed and open-legged as cartoon Jessica Rabbit.
These hollow caricatures are what a woman is shamed
into believing is all that men will respond to
once she matures past the ripe age of fifteen.
However we no longer live in that jungle where sex
must of necessity inhabit life’s driver’s seat.
It is nature’s cruel joke that though we rose to stand
on our own two feet and developed oversized brains
we do not use them. Our males are proud to maintain
their “biological imperative” to lead with the small,
not the big head, as if it were a plus to be sub-human.
But perhaps they are, as they claim, nothing
but a bunch of dicks bellowing
that women are too hormone-driven to lead
even as their own testosterone poisoning
had led us into war without end
and most-hated nation status
in their efforts to win
a global pissing contest.
