Feminism's Babes Poem by M.L. Emmett

Young women know all about style -
how to fix the decimal point
between them and their mothers
differentiate themselves
from Special K over 40s wanna bees
mini skirted and high heeled
trying to catch their husband's eye

Yummy mummies in their 30's
are separated from the new stock
by firm elastic flattened midriffs
that do not bulge or wobble
unlined skin taut sometimes
navel peirced or nipples
their legs wear the 4" heels again
on winklepicker pointed toes
for a mid century crop
of bunioned feet.

No scraggy necks or waddle
no tea tray arses only
plump peaches
in the bend over show
of skimpy, lacy thongs
of rectal floss

So, sexy femme fatale is cool
body object the thing to be
flouncing and preening
flirting and fucking
random hook-ups on the run
in the alleys of time on the net
in the warp of space
Killer! Whatever!
Wicked! Yeah feral!

First read at Salisbury Festival: 15/08/08
FSP Website Poem of Month: September
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