Mario's Stripper

There is
a naked woman
in that picture
I bought recently.

Goth-eyed,
she holds herself
contorted.
Unblinking, unreal,
on an over-lit stage.
Undressing,
as if
for a lover,
crueller than most.

Men sit at tables,
Women too.
Some lost
in themselves.
Others in the glasses
they spend nights
exploring.
A lucky few,
in each other.

A cloud
of cigarette smoke
obliterates details
in one corner.
A strobe light
throws uneven shadows
in another.

There is drama
in there.
A hint of tragedy.
A little slapstick.
A soupçon of lust
And even
a promise
of love
waiting to inhale.

And all anyone can see
when it hangs
on my wall,
Is the woman
dancing naked.

The shameless hussy.
She who dances,
And
She who displays her
on her shameless wall.

A Mistake

Just for today
I'll be a creationist
And believe
That god God
Made man in his image
And woman?
From a random rib.

To live in eternal bliss.

And the bitch screwed it all.

Therefore, now,
She pays the price.
The cow, cunt, whore.

She can't do math.
Her boobs are too small.
She burnt the food last night.
She didn't spread her legs.
Her skirt's too short.
She talked back.

The bitch screwed it all.

She asked for it.
To be slapped.
To be raped.
To be burnt.
To be ridiculed.

For the bitch screwed it all.

And I wish
God in his infinite wisdom
Had made woman a rhino instead.
Her thick hide
Able to endure
Everything.

Surely,
God must be a woman.

For afterall, the bitch screwed it all.

An Unfortunate Case-Study of 18 Modern Women

A room
Slashed in two.
Only men there.
And none here, please.
Let's not be savages.

Pretend at civility.
Smile, only at those
Kitted exactly like you.
Put your square attitude
In a square hole.
 
Run
When conversations run
To anything beyond   
Your holy trinity
Of husband,
Children, 
An in-law or two. 

Judge.
Comply. 
Obey. 
Venerate.

And if you 
Ever
Find the time,
Grow a spine.