A preventable slaughter took place at UC Santa Barbara this week.
The Brain Monkeys, looking around at the current state of affairs, found they were angry, and sent the following poem up the dumbwaiter.
They’re not the only ones who are angry.
LET US PITY THE VIRGIN
“What made him do it?” says America.
Her head, scarred now, the crown of liberty
dented, broken, more than a little…
Up like a hydra rise the talking heads,
Ready to defend, defuse, declaim.
“Not ALL men,” they say, tears in
their crocodile eyes.
Thousands of miles above,
the point lingers, unlooked-for
and therefore unmissed.
by those empty heads.
She was asking for it.
Boys will be boys,
even when they’re meant
to be men.
Women as prizes, as trophies,
a gem with a single facet
That reflects hunger and fear
And terrible obligation.
And the blame! Oh, the blame.
So much to go around. Landing
in thick, sticky ropes but leaving
The hare is to blame for rousing
the hound; too short, too high,
here a breast, there a thigh;
But we’re not rabbits, and we’re never in season.
The alphabet soup thickens
PUA, MRA, SOL, POS
Remember when being a prick
was a bad thing?
“What made him do it?” says America,
Stumbling, leaning on weary, half-blind Justice
“It’s not like he’s a bad guy;
But those bitches never gave him a chance.”