Sunday, September 20, 2009

Victorious is a Feminine Word

They swill, and spit, and run
for bravado,
to the heights of acclaim
of everyone's desire...
a kicked ball of father,
mother, community, and
the voyeuristic world
of a televised match.

Simmer on a playing field
of pinny, too demure
for a tackle, we were
taught to succumb,
and a Succubus was born.

In the afternoon math
of the locker room chatter,
a slut became the victor...

as the showered men of soap
wore rope, as their greatest rage.

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