Poems #14

Seems timely to revisit The Dick. This poem, written as a homage at the end of #metoo 2018, sprang to mind in the light of last week's events: no formal charges to be laid against the man in the shiny bling necklace, Robert Doyle, and 'Russian hands and Roman fingers' getting a whole new lease of life in the gentle art of courting disfavour in court.

Enjoy.

December 30th

THE DICK

a year of come-uppance

for the dick

the randy old prick

took a beating

took it lying down

rode it out of town

the old pork sword got sheathed

to cries of ‘shame!’

and lawyers ten feet deep

‘roman hands and russian fingers’

must learn to play a new tune

in the key of

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

they found out what it means to me

and every other

lady, baby, chickadee

and slut and mole and tart and whore

they tried to start something with

or take to task for what she wore

or take something from

those days are gone,

man,

the cock and bull

the cock and balls

henceforth

must stand up to be counted

powerful campaigns mounted

shaft a spotlight on those dark

and secret places

men with no faces

in the corridors of power

beneath the table

in the shower

the hour has come

for penis power

to cut and run

to take a hike

the town bike has turned

cometh the hour

cometh the woman

with a smoking P.R. gun.

See also poems read out loud at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9uLwxslE_VQ-fu-Dw6gdIA/playlists

Also https://www.amazon.com.au/Day-At-Time-Rhyme/dp/0648083861/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=A+Day+At+A+Time+In+Rhyme+Jane+Clifton&qid=1572053238&sr=8-1