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The Slippery Slope

poem about the escalating consequences of toxic masculinity and patriarchy

By CT IdlehousePublished 10 months ago • 2 min read
Top Story - January 2026
Jan 6th riots

Let the kids be kids, they opine from the podium...

That'd be ideal if you weren't the ones molesting 'em.

I had to learn pretty damn early that boys are incorrigible.

Those boys turn into men who say rape is inevitable.

/

A boy tried to choke me in a church van at thirteen,

A grown man whispered nasty things to me at sixteen.

There was a Spanish teacher at our school who groomed a 10th grader...

And they blamed the girl when he was turned into a sex offender.

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Why do I mention all of this?

It's the same pattern all over the world.

The slippery slope of toxic masculinity,

Hurts all these men and hurts twice as much for the girls.

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There's no loneliness epidemic...

There's a puritanical culture embedded

In every facet of society

That keeps us all indebted.

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It's what makes men think they're owed sex,

And subservience from women.

It's a toxicity being spread

From the elitists in office.

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Now they're giving unwashed incels guns and a license,

They're abducting, raping, killing, and taking women to prisons.

And y'all want us to shut up, stay quiet, and stay compliant?

Motherfucker, We the People aren't the ones to play with!

/

"She had pronouns in her bio and she's a lesbian..."

These fascists need their mouths cleaned out with an AK-47...

Oh, did I go too far?

I don't think we go far enough.

Nazis lives don't matter,

Punch those faces and light them up.

/

I might as well go off and run my mouth...

I'll scream my indignant rage until my lights go out.

Even if my last thought is a bullet through my crown,

Even if my body is left to bleed out on the ground.

/

Big bad wolf tried to blow it all down,

But we didn't use sticks or straw, we used the truth.

Keep going, Agent Orange, fuck around and find out.

Your veins will probably burst before they land on the roof.

/

I'm an American but I ain't no Republicunt

You guys chose a fucking loser for your number one.

And when the smoke clears and he's buried in the ground,

Y'all will run for the hills like a bunch of cowards.

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    Written by CT Idlehouse