Sitting in an uncomfortable chair
Waxing Wolstonecraft
A snide woman with a
Beaklike nose looks familiar
Just in front of you
I've angered her, being Milton's man
And grown frightened of the approach
Be my friend
Not a frail feminine specimen
Floundering in sensibility
If love dies
We will have that
Be a modern woman
I will love you
And I will be a modern man
Afraid of the rosy cheeked, beaked, fascist feminist
