Today’s WordPress Daily Prompt: Bone of Contention – Pick a contentious issue about which you care deeply — it could be the same-sex marriage debate, or just a disagreement you’re having with a friend. Write a post defending the opposite position, and then reflect on what it was like to do that.
This post is by no means meant to be directed towards all men. It is just that certain sort of man that it is meant to depict. (Who? Me? Hyperbolize?) To all the gentle men of the world, you will know at once that it is not you of whom I speak below.
A Modess Proposal
A woman should be shrouded, silent, pregnant, dumb.
All her private places cut off, sewed up, numb.
If only we could cauterize those portions of her brain
that let her reason for herself, we men would feel less pain.
Women are so handy as vessels for our sperm
that thinking of them sleeping with each other makes us squirm.
They have no need for credit, independence or a job
lest by gaining power, our power they might rob.
If women gained control, they’d likely choose to end all warring
and other games we men must play to make our lives less boring.
They might ban all blood sport starring dogs or bulls or men,
substituting yoga or other pastimes Zen.
We might find even television affected by their censure.
No slasher movies, torture, war or action and adventure.
They’d probably insist then that we give up every gun,
just for the sake of safety, removing all our fun.
Chick flicks would take the place of porno, football, boxing, soccer.
They’d tear out centerfolds and remove pinups from each locker.
No lap dances or girls on poles or writhing bumps or grinds.
They’d all be in university, developing their minds.
Better that they’re burqa’d, locked up in a cage
or on the floor, weeping, as we express our rage.
We men need our whipping posts and women serve so well.
It’s a little bit of heaven to put them through such hell.
You men who speak for women’s rights? You’re all a bunch of queers.
It would be much better if you’d stick up for your peers.
Go away to boot camp to learn to be a man—
to pillage, plunder, murder and rape women (if you can.)
These women with their placards are certainly excessive.
Their lobbying for equal pay is getting most obsessive.
The Bible says the man is boss and woman merely chattel.
Like other livestock meant to serve—like horses, sheep or cattle.
Best off if we could brand them and keep them in a pen
and when an urge needs satiating, go and let them in
to cook and scrub, tend children, and iron in each crease.
Then sell them off when they grow old and lazy and obese!
This world has gone all crazy with its call for women’s rights,
which causes men to beat their wives and get in barroom fights.
International warfare, terrorist actions and their likes
are all the fault of women—those ball-breakers and dykes.
Everything was better before this women’s lib,
when women alternated between kitchen and the crib.
If females took their proper place, shrouded to the eyes,
The world could be as God intended—a haven for the guys!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
What an outstanding poem. You assertively stand up to the males who stupidly make many dumb assumptions about women
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Thanks George, gentle man who recognized himself as being exempt from blame!!!! I always appreciate your comments. Judy
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Too good. All the women around the world will relate to at least some of the things, even the luckiest ones.
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I am speechless! That’s a battle cry if I ever heard one! Well done.
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Wow! You are good!
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very well written verse, Judy, and one in which you had to let yourself go or you could not have written anything. My main regret is that the inference is that women, not gentle women of course, never act in the same way towards men. They do and in psychologically far more cruel ways too. But that does not excuse those men who act as the people painted in your poem so I shall just have to write a few lines about those women who really are a disgrace to society. I, like you, have lived and worked all over the world and have seen the worst and the best of both sexes. I’d say it was about 50/50 🙂 But thanks for a very enjoyable read. Anton.
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And just when I was thinking that you may not be so bad after all, I happen on this from long ago~! So after copying it to my “keep file” so I can read again when I go to bed tonight, I decided to tell you off~!!!
You know that if you were visiting here, I would let you stand on that tall pedestal that I keep in my sitting room for nice girls, if for no other reason than to size you up~!
You know that this is “penis envy”, pure and simple, shame, shame on you~!
What are you wearing right now~? One of those sexy teddy bear outfits from Fredricks of Hollywood I bet, because that is what you must wear while you write all these “hot sexy poems”~?
SAM
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Looks like I need to dedicate this poem to you in retrospect, Sam. Shame, shame.
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Ha, I am sure that you have glanced at a man and thought to yourself, “wonder what he is thinking right now”. But with me, you would know right away, well you would have a few years ago. We would be sitting a cafe, a nice looking girl would walk in. Shirley would say: “stop paying attention to that girl~!”. I would answer: “I was not staring at her”:, Shirley: “then why are your eyes bouncing up and down~?”..The things she would come up with kept me laughing (with her) all the time, and also fostered a love that was only meant for her. Our minds can wonder, but with her, I didn’t need or want to.
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