He etched bruises on her chest
With the world’s first cookie cutter
( “Man” they call it)

“ But this one does not fit”
He says

"Because she is missing something"

"Penis envy
....realizing she is castrated..."
One fucker said

As the little white stars danced in his head
Now she fits
?

“Woman”
(Of. Man.)
He called her

Because Man came first
(Chicken or Egg)
Made from a rib
(Why the fuck a rib?)

Oh sins of the rib

Oh poor Man!
Ode to man
...and HIS rib

We must shape her
Make
Her
Perfect:

Dresses, Dusters
Laundry
Lust Her

Swollen with bearing
Sexy as she populates
(On her knees)

Always keep them on their knees

They.Call.Her.
"Mother"
Conditioned paradigm of the Father

Oh, but now
Time has made her so very impatient

So She plugs man’s face with his cutter
“Make your own damn cookies fucker”

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