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]

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Pathos of Recalcitrance

of course i lie
i’m only human

that aside, one sick of liars
i can justify my libel
yours, i dare not ponder freely

far beyond this ten-foot pole

your willful words of skillful squander
dangle at aberrant angles
fraught with such finagled ire

were that i could only trust you
unlike me, your ship has sailed
destined for abhorrent harbor
drowned in ardor so reviled

solely, to the death, indignant
figments framed as picture-perfect
truth absconded, lost in the morass

endless grabs for abstract fragments
stabbing blindly at the dark
puzzles pieced extemporarily
tenuously strung as art

how you manage without tire
mystifies the misled mind
wandering through gaslit tunnels

taciturn, you spurn the last
this pathos of recalcitrance
sits pithless to the bitter end

[image credit: J.W. Fores]

Hearsay What?

few exist as piteous
as those swayed
by the plague of hearsay

regaled by despiteous
imposters desperate entreaties

cunningly devised
in ways that play
to every preconception

disarming unwitting parties
of their competent discretion

unbeknownst to whom
would be distraught
with shame by such imprudence

if they could thus comprehend
the gravity of their congruence

sadly, were they to be disavowed
of their misapprehension

consciously their mind would disallow
truth through dissociation

as cognitive dissonance
would pardon their disreputation

safe from any consequence
befitting of their resignation

wont are we as humans
to surrender our hallowed intentions

in spite of our knowing better
still, we submit without question

rather than making the effort
to consider all positions

we would sooner spurn the victim
guilty by their word’s omission

stayed by shame of prohibition
knowing what we dare not mention

so it is that we condemn
those innocent to false convictions

meanwhile, those responsible
for inciting such accusations

revel in the glory
misappropriated by deception

left without a moral
that would suit such an affront to ethics

such truths will perpetuate
for humankind is that pathetic

[image credit: George Cruikshank]

My Hero.

I don’t know who this wonderful man is, nor do I know who took this photograph.  What I do know is that this world needs more people like this. On a side note, as if the very symbolism of being homophobic weren’t projection enough, ya gotta love how they would feel so compelled as to actually depict this “sin” to which they are so emphatically ~opposed~, as part of their ≈protest≈ signage.  Oddly enough, judging by the dubious depiction, it would seem as to reflect the homophobe’s innermost desires… The mere thought that any person would imagine a “god” that would “hate” any person is so fucking ludicrous and disturbing it’s no wonder we’re all despondent.