All you need to know to get this poem is that staff is the
male side and distaff the female. (A
distaff, is a stick with a forked end on which the yarn was spun.)
And an overview of the three fates: Lachesis, who assigns man’s lot
at birth: Clotho, who spins the thread of life; and Atropos, who cuts it at
the moment of death, often referred to as wielder of th’abhorred shears. (This
is where the word ‘atrophy’ comes from.)
All Men Are Homosexual
All
men are homosexual by definition.
Ask
any woman and she’ll tell you all men are the same
‘Sexual’
is the distinguishing characteristic, or organs of sex
‘Homo’
is a prefix meaning same
As
men we are all members (That’s women-speak again)
We
are the members of the staff that women live to dis
Women
love to put a crooked spin Clotho like on men
When
really the only difference is we stand up to piss
As
the Greeks well knew of women, our fate is in their hands
They
spin and weave the cloth of life and wield th’abhorred shears
They
cut our cloth according to their means and bind with wedding bands
Till
we don’t know right from weft and warp us with their fears
It
might be truer if I said we’re all men of the cloth
Be
it fine or coarse, sackcloth to sackcloth ashes to ashes
Inexorably
drawn to woman’s flame like the suicidal moth
By
rod and by staff comfortless led to eternal infernal crashes
© Bill Healey 2002
