Ode to Mansplaining

Sometimes I tolerate it,

the mansplaining,

finding it easier and less complicated

to avoid unnecessary interaction

with ignorant pedants, maybe

if I ignore them, they will

go the fuck away

with their pompous puffed chests,

combovers, and hanging bellies.

Perhaps they’ll take their 19th century politics,

Whig them all the way to Bleeding Kansas.

I won’t live in Missouri,

can’t stand Compromise,

which is what they want,

women compromised,

stripped of our worth,

🌊🚤 floating 🚤🌊

the idea of taking away our

VOTE

Veto that all the way into the

Gulf of MEXICO,

call it a drug boat,

and blow them,

no, not the way they want,

with luscious lips wrapped around what they call

manhood.

No. Blow them

away.

*author note: I took this back to drafts to republish it in response to having popularity mansplained to me today.