Three famous poems, as if written by MRAs

[rachel_swirsky]

Over at Manboobz, David summarizes a Spearhead discussion which concludes that women simply can't write poetry as well as men.

In the thread, some commenters began writing poetry about MRA ideologies. I decided to take it a step further and pen a few famous poems as if they had been written by MRAs.



The Red Indignity

so much depends
upon

a lonely boy
inside

a rising elevator
damp

from girl’s disdainful
spit


This is just to say

we have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

we wanted
so we took
‘cuz that’s how girls
roll


Beta

Because I could not stop for Beta,
He kindly stopped for me;
That’s what a girl expects from men–
Consummate chivalry.
He gave a rose, he bought my lunch,
And showered me with cash.
My days became sweet leisure, too,
Bon-bons and watching MASH.

We passed date one, that night he strove
to rein in his desire;
We passed date two, though yearning built
to remove my underwire.

I was a ware he’d purchased,
yet his sampling was delayed.
He ached to strip my flimsy gown,
to at last get fucking laid.

Third date, we paused before his door,
his swelling clearly ripe;
He’d done with waiting gently for
my lips to smoke his pipe.

Upon the ground, we wrangled
til he overcame my moue.
But victory belonged to me:
his child support is due.

Comments

[ringsnake.livejournal.com]

You know, if you spend time on people like the Spearhead you only encourage them.

Personally, I think they should just stop whining and man up a bit. What kind of lightweight looks at the world the way it is and says "Waaah! Women are too powerful. I wish they'd stop picking on me!"

[josh lukin (from livejournal.com)]

I like you 'cause you're ruthless.

[dylan fox (from livejournal.com)]

I'm not sure how it would continue, but it might start:
If you can keep your privilege when all about you are losing their's and blaming it on you...