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.