Happy Equinox. We are now officially into spring. We have come through a long, strange winter, and are now on the other side, in what looks like it may be a long, strange spring. I hope it will be a better spring than last spring. We have a vaccine now; I have had my first shot, and am scheduled for my second. Perhaps we can beat this thing before we all go insane.

Well, now, on to business. Tonight, for the heck of it, while I was sorting out my ideas and trying to decide which one to write about, I decided to google a couple of…common…words. Words I am sure you know. What I found was…interesting. Unfortunately, it was also predictable. So I decided to write a poem instead of my other ideas. You may look at the poem and say, no fair. It’s just words. Yeah, so? All poems are just words. The poet just decides what order to put them in. So here for your pleasure (or enlightenment) is my latest poem, Words.

WORDS

Woman.
Ask Google. What are words for woman?
Google says:
Fishwife. Crone.
Slattern. Trollop.
Baggage. Bitch.
Hag. Harpy.
Hellcat. Frow.
Broad. Drab.
Biddy. Dowdy.
Bag. Siren.
Chick. Adulteress.
Cunt. Bint.
Lass. Girl.
But sometimes she is
Lovely. Sylph.
Enchantress. Goddess.

 Man.
Ask Google: What are words for man?
Google says:
Guy. Lad.
Bloke. Chap.
Dude. Hunk.
Fellow. Gentleman.
Lecher. Cuckold.
Patriarch. Nobleman.
Buck. Bruiser.
Codger. Whitebeard.
Blade. Spark.
Jack. Satyr.
Geezer. Knave.
Groom. Gent.
Person…

Person…

 Is it any wonder men treat women so bad
When women apparently are not people?