“THE LAST M. A. N.* STANDING!” a poem Tuesday: July 10 (perfect!)💜💛😃😁

“THE LAST M. A. N.* STANDING!” a poem Tuesday: July 10 (perfect!)

Janice and Julia – Sylvia and Claire,

Into the pot – One Night – They-did-stare:

4 WITCHES! A COVEN! TO BALANCE THE WORLD(?)

To-uncover-The-Truth – Their claws have thus curled,

TO SACRIFICE! TO SOLIDIFY! THEIR MASTER PLAN:

To-con-tain,

And-torture –

THE-SINS-OF-M.A.N.

You-see-Nights-before, Sylvia-had-destroyed,

THE-LAST-POSSIBLE-DECENT-MAN, for-he-too-had-TOYED,

With her affections, just like THEM ALL,

All-those-vilely-perceived-“creatures”-at The Conjugal Ball.

Sylvia’s declaration, to THE LAST MAN IN-STAND-A-TION,

Was: “You’re-TOYing-with-me-and-it’s-NOT-my-imagination!”

And The Last Man Standing had replied:

“To YOU, my Darling, I’ve NEVER lied!

It is INHERENT, in ALL femmes,

To so mistrust – all things with STEMS!

The SHAFT of a man is an awesome thing,

It-makes-women-DOUBT – and ALSO SING;

Even Goddesses must obey, THE SACRED, MALE, PHALLIC WAY!”

“I’ll-have-none-of-that! Nor my sisters!” she said,

AND SHE STRUCK, WITH FINALITY -THE LAST MAN, DEAD!!

SO! (pause) Here THEY were, around The Pot,

Without any men – all had been caught,

All had been “snuffed out,” deserve-ingly;

“MEN ALL SUCK; WE WITCHES SEE –

EVERYTHING! ALL THAT’S TRUE;

MEN ARE LEACHES, TO MAKE US BLUE,”

And – as they stood before THE POT,

Some bubbles bubbled! “What have we got?”

Said Julia Queen-Witch, and the others stared,

As “The Last Man” SHONE – and even bared,

His-shaft-before-them. (pause) IT WAS AWE-SOME!

They shouted out loud – as He-did-toss-um,

Into the air, transformed to CROWS,

Flapping and squawking as everyone knows,

With WHYs and HOWs and No, it can’t be,

And Sylvia, the-crow, cackled, beseechingly,

And THE LAST MAN STANDING,

Still! – answered thus:

“I created you all – with my blood and my pus!

You hold men to be vile – the hormones can ravage!

Well, whores DO moan – and men ARE savage,

But savage-ness created so much of this mess,

NOW – FLY AWAY – You CROWS, More or less!

fin. ❤

P. S. : This whole scene happened LONG AGO – When witches and goblins and fairies did go – To fight THE SONS OF GOD, I think, / Who-came-as-men, to stop THE STINK / Of cruel, controlling souls who guess / They-know-what’s-happening MORE OR LESS –

but LESS IS MORE AND SILENCE IS GOLDEN – AND IT’S NEVER TOO GOOD – TO BE TOO BOLD-EN! 🙂

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Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)