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