[ Grace Doyle]
Marlene, we’ve been friends for years.
I’ve never seen such fierce eyes
flash quick to deny
that guy’s attempt to connive
his ill will to thrive
upon your will to comply
with his selfish intentions.
He’s large and you’re small.
Where did you get such courage
to fast flash your rage?
[Marlene]
From brass knuckles stowed away
and pepper spray for each hand
to stand firm against
emotionally infirmed
brute males who still fail
to heed polite etiquette
that helps to eradicate
animalistic
instincts that usurp by force
in anarchic bliss
from testosterone infused,
luscious muscles attractive
to females remiss
to know that cognition trumps
usurpation from
male-forced physical prowess
for girls needing protection.
It’s the erection
of males engorged with power
that showers the world
with their seed to grow fixes
for problems they’ve created
that fated our
slated position to be
the inferior
of the two sexes to be
subjugated and “cared for.”
What a poor, poor chore
to acquiesce to safety.
To live well aptly
needs self-determination
that imbues one’s consciousness
to seek solutions
to offset weakness that breeds
one’s anxious feelings
when provocations focus
attentions on greater strength.
My cognition grants
myself many transplants of
harsh equalizers.
Once crudeness realizes
rudeness can be extinguished
by female resolve
to absolve her frailty
with keenly applied
cleverness relying on
advanced tools used well on fools,
then brutes won’t refute
our retaliation
upon flesh and bone
seeking evaluations
for needed medical care.
So, spare me your kind
astonishment and go find
pleasant apparel.
It’s Friday. Let’s play some bridge
at Cal’s fine establishment
to augment this talk
with cops and lawyers who stalk
evil purveyors
of havoc to harmony
within this community.
. . . . . . . . .
Grace, why do you fuss
with all that store-bought make-up?
Trust us to shine through . . .
[Grace]
Marlene, you don’t need highlights.
Your face is bright light shinning
framed with stunning hair
while I bare the burden
of a down trodden,
average, mediocre,
run-of-the-mill, plain female.
[Marlene]
Nonsense! You be quick.
I sense an outstanding night
with little expense.
Don’t be so tense. At Cal’s place
there’s no great need for pretense.
[Cal]
Hey Marlene! Haven’t
seen you lately. Been sneak’en
about, creeping in
the shadows looking for some
cagey fellows to follow?
[Marlene]
You know me, Cal, can’t
resist to snoop and grab that
juicy, untold scoop
on your bold shenanigans
kept from your policing friends.
[Cal]
Who’s your companion?
[Marlene]
Meet Grace Doyle, granddaughter
of Donald Doyle.