040410q We Are Becoming Unisex Poem by Manonton Dalan

behind me about two miles away
a tractor is stirring dust on dirt road
he must be in a hurry this time of day
what is he thinking; racing nascar
can't be funny car either; open wheels
he's catching up with me; i wonder

'you want a ride, i'm going to town'
oh! a girl; no surprise to me, my mom
does it too. with that in mind. i didn't
fare very well with women; sexist
not me them that i met. i purse my lips
' thanks; i really need a lift; want drinks? '