(or Overstating the Case Against Patriarchy)

They’re piling up.

2000 years of mostly male marauding.

A ton of mayhem, manstyle.

Two hundred Me decades.

An epoch of havoc, courtesy of Dad.

104,000 weekends made for Michelob.

A score of centuries in nomine patris.

100 generations answering to Pappy.

26,000 moons for the misanthropic.

One giant leap for mankind.

A splash in the river of time.

Amen, 2000.



Twilight of the Patriarchy ® Poetry Corner