PIG(S)
OUT YOUR PIG (S)
A confessive poem re: the woman who was punched
in the face at a Paris cafe just yesterday Long hair
flowing chic black combat boots Courage to shout at
her aggressor: You lout You pig You Trump just prior
to being attacked All caught on camera! A man (or mouse)
at next table jumped out of his chair +sat down in fear
Though we hear these bullies are cowards Think Agent Orange
now Prez Pussygrabber in Chief Whose mail order bride thought
his sexual harassment of numberless women locker room braggadocio
Maybe that’s how he wooed her That plus the 10 carat Trump diamond
her soul is currently chained to
Some true confessions:
In Florence at 27 Solo In front of the Uffizi 7pm Boys cruising me
Catcalling Then spittle wet on cheek Wiped the degradation off but
humiliation left a stain requiring Borax Some of it remains
20 yrs. later busy Toronto street young man with a stroller gaining on me
Whispers peaches close to ear as brushes past I freeze I’m not your peach
Pig Never leaves lips So who is the coward him or me?
10 years on still prancing city streets Kitten heels Capri jeans Neighbour
with clubfoot +mushroom cut walks behind me Wet kissing-sucking sounds
I hiss silently +never tell burly husband who might end up on front page for
clubbing disabled man Ignominy every time he passes Howdy neighbour! at
hardware store Violent fantasies galore But I’m still his bitch though he’s
moved to a fishing village out East
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*A perp in Belgium verbally abused a female cop this month. He was the first
convicted under new anti-sexism laws. But it will be decidedly harder to stop
catcalls directed at women not carrying handcuffs + a badge.
Unless we all do.
**$1,130 fines on the spot in Paris now. BalanceTonPorc. OUT YOUR PIG.
2018 Summer of The Gun Summer of The Pig
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