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Girls Gone Wild (poem)

On June 12th MySpace apparently did a complete upgrade and it appears that all blogs and photos are lost to anyone who participated with that particular social networking site.  However I just found this article online and this guy shows you how to retrieve some of what was lost http://www.jimyounkin.com/2013/06/how-to-possibly-recover-your-deleted.html but for me it's only showing me my last four posts.

I read rumors that MySpace didn't really delete everybody's pictures, comments, and blogs, that they're just in a transition period trying to figure out what to do.  This transition period probably also explains why I couldn't even sign into my profile for the last few months and it was only when I visited my url directly did I discover it seemed all my years of musings and poetry were gone, a few Google searches confirmed the worst.

The wealthy and powerful literally toyed with our lives and destroyed so many archives of our collective human experience as if it was no more than flash paper.  How can I not feel devastated and a gross sense of injustice has occurred not merely at my own expense but the expense of many for the hope of...profit gain?   

So it is with much chagrin I re-post this poem, "Girls Gone Wild".  If you love it as much as I do dear reader, please share it, print it, save it, cherish it.  It's all I have left of years of some of my best work.  

Girls Gone Wild

Rape Culture
take your sexism
& misogyny
your baited blowjobs
& anul orgies
your fake tits
& play boy misogamists
& how you glorify your rapists
for being the star athlete
least you forget your
strength first came
from Mommy's teat
& that before ALLbecame just money & meat
you were just a cyst
from Daddy packing heat
for Mamma's beauty
He was drunk on lust
(or just drunk)
but you were a missal under
mistletoe
& you know Daddy woulda
said anythingto get at Mamma's pretty
pink stink
& leave her pregnant
leave her bruised
without shoes
by the kitchen sink
& the men are really just
boys around the water cooler
seeing who is cooler
who gets laid first
who gets laid last
now the lass is just ass
around the office
& the White House
& she's like chattel
herds of cattle
to fuck & butcher
it's all the same
And He is not so humble
yet He is not so brave
& forgets that His essence
was mere covalence
mitosis in a womb
if she's a mogul
He will give her a broom
His hands are Satan
she is forever shakin'
quakin'
carrying a taser & mace
my Daddy told me
go for the eyes, balls or face
my Daddy told me
to stab, to spray
to wear white underwear
& no make-up
Men they're like fungus or mold
always tellin'
always yellin'
'cause they can't be quiet or told
Shiiiit--nothin'
Did He put you on the web,
when you thought you were just in a room?
Did He tell you that He loved you right before He
sealed your doom?
Did He touch you?
Did He touch your daughter?
God, forbid, but did He touch
your precious toddler?
Could you never get clean
even in scaulding water?
Does He call you

even

after, later or sometimes,

never?

Does He call you
a bitch
a slut
a whore
a ho
& spike your drink
to make a porno?
Was His quiet addiction
progressing to Snuff?
Does He make you
shave your muff?
Did He tell you it was
your fault?
Did you forget your virginity is money?
& that your pussy is a vault?
What could this Rape Culture
possibility cultivate
anything other but
HER HATE?And I wait
for the cheerleaders
to all protest
with silence at the

sidelines
to become more than
bodies or face



& for every case dismissed
& for every charge that went
unfiled



this Girl's Gone Wild
this Girl's Gone Wild



Ladies, you're more than
mere curves & holes
He needs you to make Him
whole
you've got a better soul
Now they're all obsessed
with fucking your asshole
& when they pinch your taint
--there ain't no excuse for rape
or domestic abuse
They could just masterbate
or They could just legalize
prostitution
it's the oldest institution
the only retribution
is castration
then we'd be a sexless nation
Lorena Bobbit
couldn't stop it
so she chopped it
& sometimes, goddess, I
feel like cuttin' more
merely to even the score
Kill Bill
'till He hits the floor
feel like makin' what
Hitler did was mild



this Girl's Gone Wild
this Girl's Gone Wild



wonders when you'll put the
wedding dress on a hook,
when we'll be the majority
of DJs, when we'll have our
'Good Book'
when the Man will be the expected 
cook
or maybe not around at all
or farmed? or bred? or bought? or owned? or cloned?
or if women could raise women in a happy home?
When all the tools, technologies, gadgetry & cat5's are pink?
When we all know what She thinks
first?
Quite aware that
this verse is terse
Realize that Government Goldman
will
get
much
worse
perhaps they'll shed their purse
for a gun
take more than pot-shots & watch 'em run
for sport, for fun



if you never have a baby
you'll never have a child



Girls Go Wild
Girls Go Wild



Be the Womyn
Mother Nature intended you to be
break this corrupt patriarchy
with its bankrupt moral policy



Go Wild



Break Free



Valerie Solanas
was right
their cum is better viewed as
S.C.U.M.



this is primal
this is a scream



my nightmare
is The American Dream
& this is a toast for coast to coast
the object was to leave you riled
for all the other



Girls Gone Wild
Girls Gone Wild

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