Bora born

Under the mistletoe _

Misandry a rarely used word
where raw truth is seldom heard.
La femme's third wave's censured flight, memes
males coerced by death's sure bite.

Epigenetic's comfort play 

seals the deal to seed each day.
Evolutions flipped sacred toss
refines males, who's the boss.

Hard wired by nature's inert twin
species prosper from within.
To flirt you would think nature's turf
not so dear one, bubbles burst.

It now depends on what femme thinks
a wink a nod's silent stink.
The male won't know which way to go
so beware that mistletoe.

A cheeky kiss made underneath
it doesn't matter how brief.
If Ireland really sets the tone
someone wants to jump your bones.

No freedom there of fortune found
the cops just won't muck around.
Their flirting book leaves no real doubt
it's rape mate, if you're caught out.

Sing a song of wretched woe, thank
God we have no mistletoe.
Males in oz would be safe you'd think
just watch think tank space, don't blink.


- O -

© 14th dec 2017 _ Nhawrr yirrpa

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