The Misunderstood Missy Poem by John Sensele

The trilogy of mythology, tautology and psychology in a bubble
Waxes women as stables of double trouble
Society courts to control
Or else pariahs like petrol
Ignite like dynamite
Though far from the satellite
Mythology paints and taints
Her innocent image imagination dents
Every little lilt or tickle tilts scrutinized
‘What is Eve up to? ' a loose tongue analyzed and scandalized
Concluding freedom and femininity don't mix
Unless fickle femmes fatales fallacies they fix in sensual sticks
But where is the proof?
Seen none downthe floor or up on the roof
Best to grant women space and time they deserve
And happiness would enrich every patriachal potential's preserve.