A-Man
Is this not what you were waiting for?
Society ordained it
A fraudulent ideal
Cinema ingrained it
To that tender and prepubescent teen
To the wiser woman
From the feminist to the philanthropist
Of esteem, you were all fooled.
Devoid is that new testament
In which they plug this persuasion
Supposedly inhabiting a magazine
You fashioned the man you would meet
Will he give you wealth?
Will he take your breath?
Breaking your heart?
Mine too, self-penance is pitiful.
Yet we proceed to pull
Retrieving our souls from the gutter
Tempting you to second hand?
Perhaps even another man?
Today red lipstick is seductive
Tomorrow red is the hussy
Through poison we poised ourselves
As ‘Ladylike’
Our youth is at risk of plight
The waste-man continues to monopolise
On the vomit of this finite scripture
Is this not what you were waiting for?
