Capitalism let you
down
Along with your mother
and that loser
town
you grew up in
Government departments and
those non-profit organizations
People in parliaments
more in common with silver spoons
than the man on the street
those every day people
The dulcet tones of
a dead-eye “leader”
Inverted comma’s used as
I feel I’ve been cheated
in a life-lie of lip-service
when all the politicians do
is run a single-ringed circus
and poorly
© Kait King, 2015
I’m quite happy being a Woman
I don’t want to be a Man
I don’t want to scratch my nuts
or take out the trash can
I don’t understand the confusion
about the Man and Woman sequel
Of course we are very Different
Different, but still very Equal
I am proud to be the Carer
The Fantastical Giver of Life
the gentle softness of
a safe place to fall
When you return from
a hard days’ fight
My Man, the strong Protector
The Bringer of that Life
who will be Honoured to care for me Truly
and with Pride
would call me his Wife
© Kait King, 2015
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