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The Insignificance of Kitchen Things
Do you see their smiles fading
Fading to that dismal waiver of their human
rights?
Force them to say ‘Yes, Dear’
Be the male chauvinist you are with pride
Sew their mouth shut
with the thick thread of guilt
Buttons of false promises and ribbons of control
Let your ego be masked only by oh-so-genteel
ways
Love slaving over the kitchen stove with an empty soul
That white carnation of purity has wilted
Wilted
like the rose pressed between pictures of that
Wedding Night
Give them a smile and treat them as they are so
fragile
That
they might break if they left your sight
Will you make her walk two steps behind you next?
The last fifty years
never happened in your little
world
Wait ‘til that one evening that ends with a replay of
‘A Jury of
Her Peers’
Oh, torture her…But she’s a smart girl
Such vital trivialities can break someone
But
it can also make them stronger
That soon-to-be noose will only be made tighter
And then she’ll be yours no longer
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