Sexual Harassment

Another blazing steel That carve wounds which don’t fully heal Besides those of Big Brother Rape Whose injurious clutch very few escape. A pointing finger by forensic evidence maintained About your grips of her blouse stained And infuriating caresses of a waist You were scheming to morally waste; Playable, her taped shut-doors against your visits And “Buzz offs” to your offered Hellos and biscuits… Indeed, your tactless remarks of obscenity Verging on intrigues against her chastity In court, to you read out by a voice of steel To your disbelieving ears all but real; All the brooding minds around you also wrestling with the matter While you hope or wish their suspicion won’t get fatter! It’s a new impulse to often adjust one’s lens And with expectoration break a silence, Not skipped, prompt remembrances of your itching jaw To scratch it in a manner you could never the Law.