U. N. I. T. Y. (Unfortunately No Inquiry Tells You)
her beauty walked in darkness
clouded shrouds of mind filled with sanity dance
childish whims, presence alike
masking ever-present desire for self-fulfillment
fooled alike, man after man
fooled for men long dead, portraits revered
energy sorted, real prize
sponges swathed in glorified entitlement
filled to overflowing,
gorged in debaucherous gluttony
ends in misery realized
can’t be seen for rose glass tint
arriving sooner than not
five years at the most, all that is left
socialist nightmare, bullshit dream
feminism.
Hitchhiker 