calm down feminazi

calm down feminazi
by Cerebella
if i had a penis, i’d spank it. take
a zillion pictures of it.
tazmanian devil, spamming
it out all over the internet.
i’d change my name to ‘token barfly guy’.
a character actor. i’d slip
to the little boys room and
growl over a urinal, taking
out everything all the dudes
i’ve gotten close to
have
done
to
me,
on my hand. you guys! sperm, sperm,
sperm. adhesive overload.
check out the shrinking of my old womb
i had deemed overrated.
i gotta new formulation to
brand on my ass.
i’m not gettin high to do this magic trick.
it’s as simple as this:
i’d
just do it. live out a lucid dream
that hasn’t happened yet.
i have a relationship with
the flesh surrounding the uterus,
but not the she- the she, her self.
we are not on the same page.
my brain is way up here, it
belongs circled by a ring
of asteroids. i’ve given names
for them all, just a minute
before they are forgotten,
presumed lost down the gutter.
i fight like a man is told to.
i fight like a man. i master
the art of crunching bullets
between my teeth and spitting
the vulgarity out
in my own defined privacy.
fight like a man is right.
fight like a man. i am
betrothed to the wealthiest man
that came around. he
was one funny john, serves me
right, for i am one,
too. the obscenities i’ve exalted!
those johns are the johns
that come to me frequently,
crazy bright ideas.
they come crawling on to us all.