It’s not just a rant.

It’s rage!

Fuck Viagra!

To Hell With Sildenafil…

It’s not E.D.

It’s OLD.

It’s anger over the crumbling of the phallic, superiority of the Past.

The years have beaten back the rooster in the race across the yard.

The cock lies exhausted,

flaccid in the dirt,

trying to remember what it was to be hard.

Of course he’s gonna win!

Beat her down to get him up!

It’s not Race that matters.

Nor Class.

Nor Red nor Blue.

Not even gender!

It’s Sex!

It’s semen!

It’s sweat on the sheets!

Dear old Mae West

said it best:

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

Of course it’s a gun, Hun!

And it’s a big, bulky, erect, hubristic hulk of an old man

who will do what ever he wants to do,

say what ever he wants to say,

legality, consistency, diplomacy, propriety, rationality,

even reality,

irrelevant

to all us denizens of the deplorable waste land

west of the Hamptons and east of the Santa Monica Pier…

Female?

Male?

Doesn’t matter!

And if it’s not with a bullet

it’s with a vote

to assonate this “NEW” erection

that couldn’t penetrate a mouse

and elect (at least!) a symbol,

(Like John Wayne!)

who used to be able,

into the White House…

Even if all’s that’s left in the end

is frustration in the bed

and a rolling over onto my other side

to face the growing darkness

alone.