She is trapped,
in a pretty-princess prison,
trapped by social-engineers
within vulva-centric chauvinism.
So, hopefully the veterinary clinic
is hiring sharp tongues
and clouded, angry minds;
because everything else,
princess left behind,
when she stepped into
the prison of vulva-centric chauvinism.
Vulva-centric chauvinism
is misery, painted pink
and sprayed with synthetic roses.
She is told that she is “empowered”,
when she feels sorry for herself.
She is told that she is happy in the misery
of her pretensious moral-superiority.
A wardrobe for every season,
and a scapegoat for every reason,
why her day-to-day life
is entirely unpleasing.
