Man-

Made to be the Other,

Unseen, a utility Object of worship

fully spent by those who never Loved him,

a scapegoat for the wars they manufactured

so they could spend, spend, minted coins from the couch,

yet never allow his face to show a scowl

nor see him object - let alone howl.

Even his Mother spares little love for a saint -

Slaves make better scores when their mouths are bit shut.

So purse those lips, man, hold open that door -

We've got purses to purchase! We want change nevermore!

Oh patriarchs, it's Girl's Night Out! Cheers! We've made Man our two-bit whore.

Drink up, but don't cat-call or call out

unless it's to say "Go Patriots!"

We've got the power; Do what we want. We don't need the ring, we just wanted your Choice.

Silence that voice and get back to work for us, love, or we'll make you alone - at all hours, till dead. Is that ambiguous? Do we lie? Work, love, or be a pariah - regardless you will die for us, but don't cry, don't be a crier, that's our job.

Attention! We put your name first, we capitalized you, we let you snort more lines of text, maybe granted you sex. So adorn these chains, our adored, or be ignored, and don't forget to like us and do just like us; walk in a straight line like we said, and don't fuss. It's our privilege to wobble and twerk, but you've got to work. So take care, little doll, and take care of us.

NOW!