Dark Horse

Poem #1

Sexism Tour
By Anonymous

Welcome, gentleman
A great tour is about to start
My name is Sexism
And I'll be showing you guys around today
Let's start walking

Here, on the left is the Hopeless
As you can see, the stress lines on their faces
Are almost as prominent as the red threads
Sewn in by a knife with their own hands
They're the bravest, of course
Most girls don't have that kind of courage
To allow other people to stand over them,
Guiding the knife

Let's keep walking and pretend
We didn't see anything
Repeat after me:
I didn't see anything
Good! Very nice

Next, the Raped
They're gone soon too, of course
Their souls die first,
Then goes their body,
Crumbling with a mortifying secret
As you can see, they're young
They usually are
They are the cowards
Can't you see?
They didn't tell about the black coals inside them,
Placed against their will
And soon they'll pour gasoline down
And then what else?
They burn, of course

The Barbies are on the right
They're always the favorites
Miniskirts are their most prized possessions
Along with makeup
They look like those models you see
Except they're not photoshopped
They really are that tiny
Now they look pretty
They act dumb and play nice
As I said, they're always the favorites
They take a while longer
Their bodies do cave in, though
After a while, emptiness starts filling them like a balloon
What did you say, sir?
No, actually
They don't just pop
They explode from the pressure

This almost concludes the end of our tour today, gentlemen
Just ignore those feminists over there
That's just wrong
Women should not rule the world
These women are crazy
Don't you see?

Now, what did you say, sir?
Please speak up
But don't actually speak up
That's not what I meant
What do you mean, sir?
No, you're not too young for this tour
You're five
That's old enough
Plus, don't you see this everyday anyway?