Devine Design

some 'librarian figure' in a blue dress
trying to tell us
politically correct is our future,
stood alone at a podium
on TV
her vision a statement
appearing on a corner where newspapers sell

i lost a sense of humanity
as she spoke words we never should hear,
because they were not true,
not to the multitude that knew

i believe a woman is of divine design
and man is too
for recognizing this is true

but all is not equal,
after all the poor complain
and the rich pilot strategy

the end being we are all
a mess for hoping the best
of anything

i spent most of the rest
of that evening
studying pasta
the best ones and techniques
while testing wines
the best ones
knowing someday someone
would love them

and then we both
passed out
breathing heavy, another night
alone
together