If menstruating women bring bad luck,
and childbirth’s a devil-daring deed,
if every woman hungers for a fuck
and ultimately has no other need,
if feminine equipment is impure,
unruly both in body and in mind,
and women must be governed to be sure
we walk the male-ordained three steps behind,
then I will grow me mythic wings and claws
and dwell within the eyes of storm and night.
I will write my own unnatural laws
and pick my path and seek my fearless right.
For sooner than adore the sperm and semen,
I’ll let the legends label me a demon.