by Chris Butler
Woman
brings us life
but is the
death of men.
Woman
causes young love
to get old.
Woman
is the savior
of knights
in shining armor.
Woman
is the damsel in
distress, damned to
the railroad tracks.
Woman
is the muse
not easily amused.
Woman
is the pretentious
Venus stiffening all
the world’s flaccid penises.
Woman
is the plastic doll
bursting out of an
easy bake birthday cake.
Woman
is the bella
ballerina, bulimic
at the bathroom ball.
Woman
is the apollonian
apple dangling from
the temptress’s branch.
Woman
is the devilish
diva born to adorn
ruby horns.
Woman
is the angel
not swathed in
virgin white.
Woman
is the goddess
who makes gods
feel inadequate.
Woman
is the soul-sucking
succubus causing
incubuses to succumb.
Woman
is the heroin
heroine injecting
venom into men’s veins.
Woman
is the siren
driving sailors to
suicide with her songs.
Woman
is the heartless
harlot tearing out
still beating hearts.
Woman
is who I love
to hate me.
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