I wore the grimace of mindless--
menstrual manipulation,
before the joy of being stabbed--
with epidural's grief;
And those where the good days,
when bloated only applied to fish
and not to breasts--
engorged like watermelons,
seeping with each squeeze--
or stray caress;
Sitting through commercials--
where beautiful blonds
chanted "Have a happy period"
while wearing pants of virginal white;
Oh the hypocrisy made me gag,
as I fed myself chocolate--
intervenously of course
and waited to peel the paint off walls,
just so I could drown out the migraine--
taking up residence in my brain.
God is definitely a man,
because a woman--
wouldn't have given us such trials.
Which leads me to the conclusion--
that we can expect more of the same in hell,
cause hot damn--
that devil is a rotten man too...
Author notes
Your prompt is: Hell is just the next entertainment
(this line is from one of Lute's wonderful pieces and it has stuck in my head since reading it)
In a list
A contest entry
- One Hour-Prompt-Close when I see the winners!!! by Cannonsfire.
1750 points, ended June 8, 2008, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Sounds like hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and I hear that one loud and clear!
Well done. Love, C
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Now thats funny! Love that ending! Half the world's population is feeling the angst. This one should be a hit, then. Love the interweaving of feminine terms throughout--done so creatively!
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psst, you forgot to credit Lute. I do know that Cannonsfire is being pedantic on that one rule.
Men!!! I like what you are thinking! Love Juls
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