flight reptilia 527

A WLG Parody  

the women’s lib group stormed the streets  
with thousands of clenched fists  
and fiery eyes and kill-men chants,  
like savants too-long pissed.  
 
women are powerful, they said;  
let men be damned!  they cried.  
we have resolved to lead the world:        
no more can we confide  
 
in fallen man to dominate.  
such an outdated breed!  
we congregate to liberate  
our purses and our creed.  
 
they shut the iron doors, brought their  
petitions to the floor;        
their voices cut like lightning shafts,  
angst blazing to the core.  
 
and then the doors came crashing down  
amidst their frantic shouts;  
the fury of the flight was wild—  
 
a lizard was about.  
 
© Copyright 2019 May 27  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫