Whores And Widows Poem by Randy McClave

Real power belongs to the whores and the widows
From gold given in beds and secrets told on the pillows,
When life ends or has begun, weeping is a woman
Man takes the applaud's and she stands in the windows,
She inherits man's secrets and all of his riches
Before and after she has ironed or removed his britches,
Power now belongs to her, being transferred from the sir
Now only for herself does she make sandwiches.

Randy L. McClave