Hommes Fatale Or My Type Of Men - Male Educated Nerds Poem by Gayathri Seetharam

Hommes Fatale OR My Type of MEN - Male Educated Nerds
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
I am beat for I don't understand
How men think
For I had thought excelling would help me
Reach my goals of earning fame and fortune;

On seeing my kitchen table set beautifully
During a dinner I hosted for a lady friend
PM Justin Trudeau said that I smelt of money
And informed me that he makes an unhealthy amount of $350,000 a year;

The worth of men is measured by their track record and salaries, of course
And coincidentally, Mr. Sundar Pichai, CEO of Google
Said he makes $300,000 a year
Another amount which made me reach out for my figurative smelling salts
Mr. Barack Obama informed me that he made $360,000 a year for 8 years
And this made me feel like swooning;

The next day, I sent them a common email
Saying that with the bandied about amounts
The possibilities were endless
But I was looking for a career enhancing move with earnings;

I was congratulating myself at having
Done the right thing
For my response appreciated in a laudatory manner
Since I had said that PM Trudeau is the babest of them all
And Mr. Sundar was the almost babest of them all
And Mr. Obama was the baborama of them all
And I thought I had struck the right note
In a feminine feminist way;

But I am no closer to realizing my goals
Of being re-published in all my glory and being paid for all my endeavours
And/or being funded for my 7 original business projects
And gentlemen, since I am not the sort to grab them by their balls
Take me a little bit for granted;

Gentlemen, please be gentle men
Who help me realize my life's ambitions
For if my career goals are to be met
You have to gently drive or steer me in the right direction;

PM Trudeau, I appeal to your sense of justice
Mr. Pichai, I appeal to your discerning capability as an engineer
Mr. Obama, I appeal to your sense of fairness
Make things happen in my direction.