Come one come all!

It’s a circus of dolls…

Scantily clad for the specimens with balls.

Man’s world

Man’s world

Funny how it says all men were created equal.

Does that make women superior?

Inferior motives.

Why then, should we remain silent?

I say burn some more bras and maybe get a little violent.

But oh how’d I’d love to hike up that pink mini…

Tear down the walls and wait wait wait…

This isn’t a peep show.

I entered no red light district or saloon.

But it’s everywhere I go.

The mall

restaurants

hell even work

I can’t escape the deadly sin.

Compliments perhaps build confidence.

But the lust…ooooh…the lust.

Cannot escape it.

They require attention.

Lest they fall astray and behind the bed.

Become dusty and faded, full of spider webs.

Maybe turned into ashes

no one ever calls

through a dark looking glass

lies a circus full of dolls.