~This poem was written for Jaime, one day when we were in a men-hating funk.~
Men are lame;
Men think it's fun
to stand out in the rain.
Why do they ramble
and talk about shit?
I think that we should
pile them up in a ditch.
Men take us for granted;
Men act like bafoons;
Men expect us to wait
like butterflies in cocoons.
When will they learn
that we are divine?
That they should lavish us with chocolate,
jewelry, and wine?
17 February 2003