Every thrust of his hips was planned to showcase his nature
Leaving girls and women screaming at the top of their lungs
Vexing the men that had accompanied them, secretly jealous of his powers
It was a coming of age for an entire generation
Summarized in a single man, an icon, a legend
Can’t things just remain the same?
He shook his head reading the paper about another closure
As if being single wasn’t hard enough
Now where would he meet women? He hated Tinder.
Going on Twitter just made his skin crawl
Even though this virus likely wouldn’t kill him, his love life was RIP.
Still striving to have equal chance to enter the competition
Her path littered with the debris of sexism
Eventually she will conquer this race
Wise women and men sit on mountain tops letting knowledge roll down hills
Accumulating in dry valleys dearth of sustenance, it irrigates new thoughts
Taking seed, many new thoughts and ideas germinate and grow into movements
Causing a resource struggle, killing off many, their husks choking off the life giving flow
Heaven help me as I see it happen again on my way up the hill with my bucket