Sexploitation - Control Role Reversed Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

We sat, we talked, too often balked at things that needed said,
each hardly heard the other’s word, the clock, however, sped.
He told me this, he pleaded that, then this and that once more,
named nothing new to what I knew, re-framed what came before.
In hindsight here one sheds hurt's tear for women led astray
year after year, both far and near, by men intent on play.

'Again you’re late, lets get things straight! ' 'Don’t whine! ' he swore, poor swine!
“Love's golden gate may open! Wait! ” clock chimed 'ONE! ' fateful sign.
“I can’t, for her! ” He whined, trite cur! I countersigned in turn:
“I'll not become dumb 'neath your thumb, I'd far prefer to burn! ”
At puzzled look I threw the book 'There'll be no meeting more,
where pairs should rhyme we're closing time! you, jester, fester sore.”
'Be patient, Dear, no answer here 'tis clear I can provide,
perhaps next year there may appear clear weekend side by side.”
“What rot, you sot, you’ve clear forgot the story board 'sincere'
you used last year! ” but he with leer poured brandy in his beer.

He made his pitch: 'For men the itch is normal, seven years!
for maid to stand and understand, who waits still serves, why tears? '
Cut to the quick, I answered quick: 'You've had your day! Get lost!
Through thin and thick to you I'd stick, 'spite cheat, bliss fleet. The cost
too steep has been, to pastures green I'm off! dragged feet lag lame,
deceit's excuse, there is no use extending deadlines! Shame! '
'Since days of yore to women chore, to men pride of the roost,
don't show the door, tryst's ties restore! my ego needs a boost! '

Men think kingpin they'll foul game win till kingdom come! They're wrong!
They light a flame then dowse the same, to show who’s boss, who’s strong.
But times must change.'Henceforth free-range, this chicken's neck's not wrung.
Though it seems strange, I will arrange for joy elsewhere, bells rung! ”

He nodded, smiled, then tried vile wile, while I’d no longer shrink,
he took my hand, to plead, demand alternately, the stink,
'There’ll be no wait as from that weight I’m liberate, won’t sink
from center stage, I’ll wipe poor page.” He poured another drink.

When one wants out no need to shout, or launch lunch dishes wide,
no round about deserves the lout who wishes bona fide
denied to gain time, time again, who needs an ego boost,
with this refrain his stock will wane, this chick elsewhere will roost.

In limbo lost he counted cost of role reversal find,
one, ringed, who bossed, forever’s tossed back to world’s ring unkind
that threads to wed with duty’s bed within a double bind,
‘Take that proud cock, as I take stock of lock I’ve left behind! '

‘More fish swim sea, so mon chéri, from chains I feel removed,
go back to ‘her’ black coffee stir your mire, liar, I'm unmoved! '
I, free from claim, nor guilt nor blame, rose seeking kismet knight,
my freedom’s flame rose from silt shame, chose sea king, kiss met bright!

'The wasted years, the toil, the tears, for what? For me? For you?
Time spent appears as much arrears you owe, so go! Go stew!
I won't be hurt by little squirt who seeks both cake and eat,
Once flirt, alert now I want out, defeating doubt, deceit! '

'I have outgrown wild oats once sown, I've played and paid the price,
I’d telephone to heart of stone, the bone I picked ain't nice,
but dice once thrown, like roses blown, mistakes are not made twice,
this bird has flown. “To silly cone return spurn earned! ” ad_vice.

Enough! No more! Though sweet before! His presence I abhor!
Tough nuts! Implore, blow, bleat, or bore, there will be NO encore!
His peace of mind may, much maligned, unwind in vain regret,
once left behind my piece of mind will find a better bet!

Spurn was well earned when tables turned, too late he’d recognize
where false love's dart splits part from part there's hole one must despise.
Our time is out, all who Love flout one day must piper pay,
I'll do without all doubt, root out drear souvenir away.