Too Late To Know That Poem by RIC BASTASA

...you stoop
to conquer

a la The Shrew
of that English
playwright, i know
you know his name,
and i won't ask
you about the
obvious


plain simple
stupidity, but i am not amazed
by this
event,

i have long known
women
49 years, two butts a month
four legs a day

women who love
to kill
lice and women who like
to be licked

with man's old weapon,
who cares now

too late to know
that i am

(be surprised)

i wont say it anymore,
i am tired.

49 years, of dumb
bells.