Hey man, your fly's hanging open.
Oh no, I'm sorry -
that's just your
mouth
spewing
jizz all over this stage.
See
Poets, you used to talk about
Racism and
classism. I don't know
when those first few letters
disappeared to leave us with
ass-ism
The specifics of what you say
aren't important right now.
Insert information here -
This woman, that woman
Brown hair, blonde
Big tits, small tits
Handfuls of
ass, other body parts.
You
sing songs about
booty,
write
odes about booty,
essays,
rhymes and
villanellesabout booty. What's that?
A
haiku about booty?
Well, fuck you
for forgetting about her brain in all that booty.
Why, I've heard
prayers for it -
praises and praises and praises and
singing
hymn after hymn after hymn,
and forgetting about her and her and
her in the corner or hoar in the
bible.
And me with my pencil on this page,
so I can get on the stage
and tell you exactly what I think.
Your words are
misogynisticAnd I will risk it all to tell you
I disagreeYour words are misogynistic,
and if you don't know what that means
I suggest you look it up,
because you are talented poets,
but you are using your
dictionto screw women on this stage
And I will not sit down for it anymore.
I would rather stand up
and spew my own words at you,
than kneel down and let you
spray me with yours. Anymore.
but you are using your
vocabularyto
rip holes in women's clothes
that have been torn from years
of
oppression and abuse.
And I will not lie down for it anymore.
So I am buttoning my shirt,
I am lacing my
bootsand I am opening my mouth
to tell you exactly what I think.
You are talented poets,
but your words would better be used
as patches for our thread bear shirts
and linings for our shappy coats.
So I write you these words to tell you
your fly is open. And I ask you in the only way I know how,
to
please zip it up.