Hercules Had a Cudgel
For men it’s violence and sex. For them
The love comes accidentally at best.
They want to lift up Aphrodite’s hem
And rape what she has never quite suppressed
There, furred between her thighs, but first they must
Fulfill the need to see where Chronos flung
His father’s hacked off genitals. Men lust
To triumph over others, males well hung
With power, and goddesses (well, women), too.
Men like the thrust of consummation with
Their hard and soft demanding clubs and blue
Veins pulsing, that swollen masculine myth.
..For men love comes from oceans at the flood
….Of brutal foam. Our sex is made of blood.