delobotomeyes

The deepest reason why enlightened men
crave cuntward carnal couplings again and again
is horror
Horror at what's been done
to wimyn
on wimyn
in wimyn
through wimyn
Horror at what hands like ours have wrought
What all these male atrocities have taught
Unable to abandon the scene of the crime
we bleed beyond the bounds of time
Blindly seeking wombward ingress
we avert our spirits
Craving forgiveness
that can never come
Craving absolution
that can never come
Craving redemption
that like so many daughters
and sisters and mothers
will never ever ever
not never
cum

reunified hole

Being leery of love
is a sensible self-preservation
but come learn how to fly!
Being afraid of yourself
is a sane socialization
but all that is passing by
A prudent privation?
A needful negation?
A rational ruination?
A calculated castration!
A myopic mutation
A vicious vexation
A paralyzing prostration
A terrifying truncation
A frugal frustration
A stultifying sedation
A sober starvation
A suicidal stagnation
A de rigueur deflation
A debilitating damnation!
An aberrant ablation!!
A cataclysmic cunctation!!!
The era of man was an apocalyptic plan
Only self-annihilation was gained
It's time to fuck the way fucking was fucked
in the time when goddesses reigned

rebirth rocket

When men broke wimyn, they broke themselves
They splintered the supports under our shelves
They lost contact with half of life's voices
And lonely people make lousy choices
Conversation became pedantic preaching
with no proviso about male overreaching
We can't wave a wand, to make that okay
Wimyn must rediscover what they have to say
The process is faltering, this reboot so clumsy
Assertive femininity can ape daddy, not mumsy
And hollywood is a haven for stupid choices
Many movie heroines, just vulvas with male voices
So be patient on this rebirth rocket launching pad
But don't waste time, men fucked up pretty bad

dyadnauseum

The dyad is dying
Say goodbye, cheer the news
a cesspool cessation of codependent miscues

The dyad is dying
One lover, and no more?
My hormones are anguished, my mind doth snore!

The dyad is dying
TWO parents are all i get?
But this one's a bully, and that one's all wet!

The dyad is dying
Hear the cheers, behold the raves
Wimyn shall no more be sex & food slaves

Double standards, domestic abuse
Deadbeat dads? Don't be obtuse!
She does the work, he gets to play?
Isn't it time she had her say?
Isn't jealousy just so tiring?
Possessive exploitation at long last expiring

The dyad is dying
Good riddance, begone!
To polyer pastures we're moving on...

unentitled

When i see kind eyes of womynly seeking
i want to pounce like a pup
When a female form finds my media-mangled buttons
i long to leap right up
Or really any womyn not wearing a bra...
My mouth dries, my heart beats raw

But then comes the guilt of every closed fist
Resurrections of each rapist recidivist
I burn and hang my head
I choke and wish i were dead
All i can do is avert my eyes
"Don't look at her like she's some prize"
Subsume your male gaze, we're not entitled
The totality of truth is truly suicidal

Harassed, hunted
Abandoned, unwanted
Denigrated, depilated
Overweighted, underweighted
Painted, objectified
Patronized, unsatisfied
Silenced, violated
Murdered, mutilated

How does ANY womyn allow any man near?
Why do they not run away in fear?
How do they keep letting us in?
Just Disney and Cosmo and clucking hens?
History's greatest stockholm syndrome
abetted by hormonal maelstrom?
Pounding in their heads like some kettle drum...
WANT-COCK
WANT-COCK
WANT-COCK

Is that what's it like to be womyn?
It would be so easier if they said they're done
The game's past, nobody won
Unfurl the flag - forever lesbian
We'd stop all this grieving and obsessing
I'd breathe once more, grant me that blessing
My bloodied brain weeps in pain
Yet only she can make me whole again

feminist animalist communicationalist writer blues

I can't say sissy
I can't say pussy
I sure can't say ham-handed
I'm not complaining
Though maybe slow-laneing
We all must pay for what man did

I can't say beefy
(though i can say queefy!)
I can't call a woman a girl
Cunt i can't say
'Less i say it a new way
An empowered pussy pearl!

I can't say reel 'er in
Or dropped the ball again
Or "My oh my, a sausage party i spy!"
I can't say "hand of fate"
It's "envelop", not penetrate
And don't get me started on "testify"

Do the things i can't utter
Make my writing stutter?
Not if i'm clever and candid
I love what i am
and i don't miss ham
(though i do kinda miss ham-handed)

bush-whacked!

An hour a day
sitting at a mirror
Is that your definition of free?

You can't do squat
wearing high heels
Isn't babe short for baby?

Bald pits, bald cunt
To call a woman "girl"?
Sounds like pedophilia to me

oui!

Once upon a time women fought to be free
Free from enslavement in the world of HE
Once free, they were soon to see
that HE-world was a fallacy
(for HE-world was but the world of ME)
So again they fought, fought to be free
They fought to find the world of SHE
They healed the horrors of patriarchy
But ultimately the world of SHE
led to a feeling most...empty
So the matriarchs did decree
this was now a world of THEE
And things went swimmingly
until there was an insurgence of ME
(a separatist wave of acrimony)
Then a pair of children
a she and a he
said fighting's not the way to be
For nobody's free in HE, ME, SHE, or THEE!
The only place to be
Where no one's ever unfree
is the world of WE
WE's free
WE's key
WE's glee!
Just WE
D'ya see?

woman

I don't want a girl
I'm not a pedophile
I just want a woman
Women make me smile

I don't want a chick
a bitch, hot mama, or ho
No bestiality! No incest!
(and i've no cash flow)

I don't want a lady
They've poles up their asses
I just want a woman
The mammal that surpasses!

little barbarian

My little barbarian
My love so true
objectifies herself
But if i do too
she rears right back
and throws a shoe

My little barbarian
My pride and joy
declaims disgust
for any back hole boy
But behind closed doors
i'm her personal ass toy

My little barbarian
My pod's perfect pea
I want her, i need her
I eat her madly
Next Tuesday she'll ditch me
for a jerk who treats her badly

My little barbarian
My uncaged canary
She's been raped and murdered
She's a little contrary
She's had a rough epoch
Walked the holocaust of herstory
But you'd best not blink
She'll soon be better than me

teacher

When i was twelve, they came
Breasts!
Hair!
We had a lodger in those days
He loved baby brother and me
We played monster together
One day he raspberried our bellies
i became slippery
Sometimes just looking at him...
Oops!
Slippery!

One night mother walked me to his room
Put my hand in his
And said he was my new teacher
We didn't talk
He just held me
I had the most beautiful dreams ever

Our next night we took off our clothes
And talked
A tumbly word jumble
sexbabycuntcockejaculationorgasmlove
He held me in his naked arms
I had the most beautiful dreams ever

Our next night it was the word tumescence
When i bounced his penis against his tummy
the sound made me laugh

Our next night it was the word masturbation
He did himself
My hand on his, my eyes so close
Then he guided my hands over myself
(i didn't need much guiding)

Our next night it was the words vibrator and dildo
And two gifts
He held me while i played

Our next night he kissed me
Everywhere
Everywhere
Everywhere
It was better than the most beautiful dream

Our next night i kissed him
And tried to put him inside
How i tried to put him inside
He stopped me
And pinned me
And slid against me
For time without end
I came
and came
and couldn't
stop

Then i woke up
and realized it was a dream
There was no lodger
And my only teacher those years
was secrecy
and a mother who couldn't talk to me
and stupid boys
rushing, fumbling, trying
to
get hard
get it in
get off
get HARD
get it IN
get OFF
GET HARD
GET IT IN
GET OFF

Today i lodge my protest
There may be a body count

you are men

If she calls to you, go
Never a reason to say no
Love her so well she cries

If she sends you away
turn about without delay
Love her so well she cries

If she proffers an avenue
that can only end bad for you
Love her so well she cries

If she tells you to play ukulele
while she takes it in each hole from los amigos three
Love her so well she cries

She's been wounded, you're a man
Drop your vanity, lose your plan
Love her so well she cries

fulsome

I ate bad food
and awoke in a world
where women had bony arms
and sunken cheeks

They're starving, cried i!
Said a stranger, They're beautiful
I cried to one, You're starving!
Said she, I'm sure I'm not

Give them food, i implored!
Don't be silly, the stranger said
Can't you see
the big boobies?

A woman's breast popped
Those are balloons, cried i!
Perhaps, said the stranger
But they feel so good

hirci

The paints you wear
your intent declare
to not be licked

The heels you wear
your intent declare
to not run

The hoops you wear
your intent declare
to not wrestle

The hoops you wear
your intent declare
To not plunge

The heels you wear
your intent declare
to not climb

The paints you wear
your intent declare
to not be naked

dear woman

Dear woman,

On behalf of us all, I apologize
For millennia upon millennia
You have been in servitude
Not merely lesser humans, but less-than-human
Though we are not your superior

We have been so afraid that this lie would be found out
That we made you paint your faces
So that all would more easily forget that you are real
We made fucking your purpose
Then we made you compete for it

We put our dicks into you, and we came immediately
We beat you, and raped you, and murdered you
Whenever you showed intelligence or strength
Or whenever another man made us feel small
Or whenever

We punished you for not liking sex
And we punished you for liking it

But your time is at hand
A debt must be paid
Balance restored
The next four millennia are yours
We will not accept less

We only ask that you keep us alive
As we have done with you
That one day we may walk side by side

We accept that all but a few of us will be castrated

With mostly-pretend remorse,
man