Pig In a Poke

Although gay women are attractive, Can their love be counted on, A chemistry that’s non-reactive, Oligarchs of Amazon? They face perhaps same traps that we do Think of men as only drone, An inverse baby kind of voodoo Makes weak labeled sex to groan. Where all good jobs are matriarchal Confident they know what’s best, A standing joke the patriarchal, Litmus test for world unrest. The thought’s out there this might be right on Most know men have lost the race Is ‘Women Better’ just a long con, Bankrupt hyssop’s sexist’s face? Misogynistic choices kill love ‘Death to men’ no better prayer, While teamwork puts the hand in glove, Seems to matter both are there. Are women victim’s of man’s error? Most men raised by woman’s side? Small boys ignoring all their terror, Little men, their country’s pride. Men seem to rule, but die in battle Block what festers deep inside Then led to slaughter just like cattle ‘Free’ state purchased with their hide. A girl I loved once had obsession Wanted more to be like man A mom at war with her depression, Made this seem a better plan. I can’t report she had much luck though One girlfriend would beat her up A flower dressed in man’s tuxedo Life remained a half-filled cup. But is it nature, is it nurture Leads us to our confused art? Heed dying gasp of cloaked John Bircher Even Bible plays its part! If life for others is what you choose This can’t guarantee you’ll win For life in faith means you could still lose Doing good can still be sin! A pig, a poke, that’s all you get, Some joy, calamity, and yet If God is dead, get real, get hip, There’s sure release in death’s strong grip As poet, I see humor in This tale I spin, the life of men God’s presence in man’s history And Grace that spices mystery For human love I know exists, In spite of pain, it still resists The certain coming of death’s call, Though life be short, it is your all! Brian Johnston February 5, 2015