Rage
Women are such pathetic creatures, always concerned about
Withering features. Forever seeking to please we are, looking around the
Corner…on par? Competition supersedes the Indy 500. Blondes and brunettes
Exude Chanel, number 600. We do compete with glistening teeth, with pubic
Hair sheared to impeccable wreath. Ah, God, we do try to please! We stalk the
Men and we appease. For all the laws in all the lands cannot forsake that
Man is Man and Woman, still, against her will, must comply, or sooner
Die, to the complexities of the Modern Age that inevitably terminate in
Rage.