The scorn men pour on women singes
Bonds that bind grooms to the brides
They claim to love when love limps on its hinges
As brides tire of tenuous tirades and risible rides.
The scorn men lumber on concubines
Swim in salty swimming pools
When double dealers armed with sensual spines
Cheat on their spouses, treating them like fools.
The scorn familiarity throws on friends
Weaken withheld wonders
Tease tenderness and trouble trends
That far from fertilizing friendships fabricate boisterous blunders.
The scorn workers weave into their shift
That sustains their livelihood
Enabling them to present a glorious gift
To daughters although workers inject into their supervisors a menacing mood.
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