Ph: Life: A Pig In A Poke Poem by Brian Johnston

Although gay women are attractive,
Can their love be counted on,
A chemistry that's non-reactive,
Oligarchs of Amazon?

They face perhaps same traps that we do
Think of men as only drone,
An inverse baby kind of voodoo
Makes weak labeled sex to groan.

Where all good jobs are matriarchal
Confident they know what's best,
A standing joke the patriarchal,
Litmus test for world unrest.

The thought's out there this might be right on
Most know men have lost the race
Is ‘Women Better' just a long con,
Bankrupt hyssop's sexist's face?

Misogynistic choices kill love
‘Death to men' no better prayer,
While teamwork puts the hand in glove,
Seems to matter both are there.
 
Are women victim's of man's error?
Most men raised by woman's side?
Small boys ignoring all their terror,
Little men, their country's pride.

Men seem to rule, but die in battle
Block what festers deep inside
Then led to slaughter just like cattle
‘Free' state purchased with their hide.

A girl I loved once had obsession
Wanted more to be like man
A mom at war with her depression,
Made this seem a better plan.

I can't report she had much luck though
One girlfriend would beat her up
A flower dressed in man's tuxedo
Life remained a half-filled cup.

But is it nature, is it nurture
Leads us to our confused art?
Heed dying gasp of cloaked John Bircher
Even Bible plays its part!
 
If life for others is what you choose
This can't guarantee you'll win
For life in faith means you could still lose
Doing good can still be sin!

A pig, a poke, that's all you get,
Some joy, calamity, and yet
If God is dead, get real, get hip,
There's sure release in death's strong grip

As poet, I see humor in
This tale I spin, the life of men
God's presence in man's history
And Grace that spices mystery

For human love I know exists,
In spite of pain, it still resists
The certain coming of death's call,
Though life be short, it is your all!