Women want to control men
And men receive this benefit again and again.
As mother pleased the boy
The goddess Kali wraps the man in joy.
The man loves the female form and face
Solely, and wants its beauty all over the place.
Falling upon the woman’s breast,
The guy finds his rest of no rest;
He finds the childhood he lost,
For a manhood of infinite cost.
The sad trips which lead to death
Lead to romance and the uneasy breath
Which lingers around a tree
In the forest of infinite poetry.
Why should the man fight and die,
When bound, he can live a lullaby?
Women, afflicted, need to control
The wandering male soul.
But Shiva can’t be pinned down
In the law, in the convenience of town,
Which last night he burned down.
The man becomes a woman to escape
The woman. When he looks at her
It could be love. Friendship. Film. Rape.
The authority wants to know what the woman wants to do;
What male of exact authority has she been talking to?
The man is now a woman who is now a man.
She controls himself as best as they possibly can.