Oh you old patriarchs,
With your blue pill brawn,
Do not test that dame,
For her body is her own,
Your book has no sway over her,
Nor her every sister,

She is not cattle,
She is an alpha,
She heeds no leash,
She is beautiful but fierce,
She is primal but regal,
She is every woman,

Even with your pewter gavels,
Never think you can tame her,
She speaks to wolves,
And she sees you,
She has her fangs bared,
And she’ll tear apart your fetid podium.

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Comments
  1. “She is alpha”…I love that!

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