“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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