Warning: As you can guess from the title, this poem relies a lot of vulgar humor. It's also a riff on the classic "Feminism and Other F-Words." Click through for the bleu.
People talk about the F word
and sometimes they mean fuck
and other times they mean feminist.
In some cultures, it's okay for men
to curse, but not okay for women.
Well, fuck that noise!
It's not about decency;
it's about power.
What it's really about is fucking
and who decides how it will be spoken of
and when it will be done and by whom.
The power lies in the effing words.
It lies somewhere between
men and women, like the hankie
in the center of the rope used
to play tug-of-war.
It doesn't matter whether
it's verbal or physical,
metaphorical or literal.
It just matters who pulls hard enough
to grab the fucking hankie.
It's all about who controls the fucking.