The Virile Animal (In honor of Edna St. Vincent Millay)


And to what do I owe this random visit, Male of the Earth?

An iron board, a kitchen stove

One huge pot of food and a massage just for you.

Clothes prim and set upon the bed

And later on it becomes the destined place for open legs.

Complete freedom for you and only partial for me.

Yet you come running because your brain actually knows nothing.


Is what you are.


Is what you weep.

Your only pain is the loss of financial gain

And all you do is break

And, don’t appreciate

The diamond in the rough.


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