Usurped Heroes

why are men obsessed with comic books and superheroes
fantasizing fanciful scenarios absurd
it’s a culture born of insecurity and privilege
Venus-envy, sexism, contempt, and minds disturbed

so pathetic are they, with their narratives presumed
thinking women to be nothing more than damsels in distress
helpless to do anything beyond awaiting rescue
by masked men draped in garish spandex with emblazoned chests

as ludicrous as this may sound it’s only the beginning
of their self-aggrandized solipsistic penis-driven daydreams
the time and effort they could utilize to gain perspective
is squandered on the furthering of male misogyny

the issue is so greatly obfuscated by the penchant
of male refusal to acknowledge that which they have wrought
in reference to the omnipresent mistreatment of women
as women’s rights have never been more than an afterthought

what is the “male ego” but a flagrant euphemism
for insecurity, violent vindictiveness, and petulance
paranoia, jealousy, self-centeredness, and cruelty
arrogance, entitlement, it’s better i digress

all of which facilitate a tendency toward ignorance
allowing them to justify their actions to themselves
thinking this excuses them from all responsibility
in any consequence which finds their hands upon the helve

the irony of these male narratives of great heroics
fancying themselves as saviors of all humankind
is so fucking incomprehensible in its absurdity
i dare not overthink it lest i lose my fucking mind

so pathetic is it that the most prevalent impetus
deciding how men act comes from a need for compensation
utterly obsessed with focusing on what they’re lacking
the state of their reality is based on indignation

that men would see the woman’s role as creators of life
and regard it only as a function they themselves had lacked
then react by shamefully attempting to usurp biology
by using false religions made for holding women back

is so fucking insidious it speaks of truth in volumes
that no god would ever stand for all of history’s affronts
perpetrated against womankind and by proxy, all children
men, it seems, are willing fools at humankind’s expense

the root of all these vile, sadistic, crude, misinformed notions
that permeates the muddled mindset of men everywhere
is ultimately based in such a primal state of terror
as man’s primary inspiration is his greatest fear

clearly, one can see that superheroes do exist
all one needs to do is analyze the strength and will of women
and the breadth of everything that they accomplish and endure
without whining like a man who takes his anger out on others

i guess it seems to follow that such focus, time, and effort
would be spent validating mechanisms compensatory
you know, instead of things like, gee um, addressing the issue
but not even a muscled man in tights could save this story

[image credit: Frida Kahlo]

Wanton Predilection

men dare never fathom
of the consequences wrought
in the wake of their ego’s reckless abandon

perhaps it is they know
if such truth were ever sought
they might not feel free to spread their seed at random

for theirs is such a burden
placed upon all womankind
as its sole regard is one based on passing whims

where women take the time
to consider each perspective
a man relates all things back to himself

every woman suffers
at the hand of man’s neglect
though the issues omnipresence e’er obscures

and here we are complacent
thinking this to be the norm
that no credence e’er is paid to our adjures

a man’s flagrant hypocrisy
so garish does it blare
to the point that we no longer recognize it

as women are subjected
to the scrutiny and ire
and are thus condemned to sentences of silence

with all that has been done
every man should build a shrine
at which every night he should beg for forgiveness

but sadly, people scoff
thinking this a vulgar thought
and it seems our species somehow lost its conscience

if man could look beyond
the defenses he has built
in the name of guarding insecurity

to address the endless wrath
he has lain upon his path
and accept his own responsibility

then we might stand a chance
in a world so full of doubt
on this precipice of humankind’s extinction

but all that i have seen
the male ego is as such
’tis beholden to its wanton predilection

Remote Doting

there are no words
left to summon
once the mind surrenders reason

hearts succumb
in paper prisons
pining to be freed from treason

in this realm
of false ideals
we gaily taunt such daunting perils

sipping poison from the petals
trapped in penned epistles puerile

peppering the pages
ghostly voices
neither here
nor there

staring off into the wintry
void of whims most cavalier

waiting on a stranger’s rescue
with a somber song in tow

onward, through the shrouded garden
guided by a light unknown

vision hindered by such tender words
arrived from worlds away

crafted with astute precision
love inferred by lone hearts splayed

risking all despite the chance
of falling into false endeavor

blighted by promised romance
a fool is naught but fraught forever