fuck your “damaged goods”
Marie Kazalia
how I hate that expression
“damaged goods” applied to women
when look at the men using those words--
(more self-descriptive)
coming from the mouths of
domineering beer-belly Casanovas
spewing cigarette smoke from their lungs
baseball hats over bald spots--
manic-depressive guy trying yet another
psych med
doesnıt mention his bad back (psychological)
until he gets into your bed
and the agonizing pain of it
his excuse for not going long enough--
men with chronic indigestion
tho they manage to force-down
whateverıs in your fridge first
(to save a few bucks on their food bill)
before the condition on-sets so they canıt fuck
but you have to listen to them snore and belch all nite--
the one with a strange paranoia you find out about
after his irrational accusations involving you and
other men take on a repeating pattern of suspicion--
the narrow-minded guilt tripper masochists
you canıt shake no matter what--
the one you never knew was a Christian
till he insists marriage to cleanse the sins
of your sex together he calls fornication
not love-making--
the power-tripping control-freak who insists
you change for him--where you live how you dress
tho never offers one buck toward that
as he remains steadily who he is...major flaws and all--
the young emotionally crippled&superstitious
married guy, who says he isnıt
until you find out not only is he married but
his 3rd world wife pushes their kid--a little girl--
around in a stroller in your neighborhood--
the opium smoking professional guitar player
allows you to status of being his groupie
as long as you fail to assert your real self--
the cheap-ass petty mother-fucker
who always wants dinner dutch
yet also manages to routinely jip you out
of 2 bucks and fifty cents on the tip--
the good-looking cocaine snorting waiter
telling twisted drugged-brain events
so fantastic they never could have happened---
the hippy burn-out forever reliving his
draft-dodging glory days and how he once smoked
a joint with Jerry Rubin--
the older man full of every perversity
(tho if good looking you might not
consider his propensities perverse)
perpetually in his own denial
pretending heıs “normal” hiding his true self--
the man who lusts only after womanıs big tits
talks about breast size in public to other men--
the mamaıs-boy whiner permanently on self-destruct--
the manipulating schemer who canıt tell the truth
about anything, even to himself--
the gambling addict stealing and coercing cash
from every woman heıs romancing--
the short little guy who talks about the size
of his huge dick and then you find out
itıs only in relation to himself--
the socially and psychologically tormented
first-generation, of-3rd-world-immigrant parents
living inside American culture battling family teachings
that sex only within marriage to produce children--
the everyman who believes sex only good with him
and if you go out with another, then your a whore--
the twisted male mother-fuckers confused
by their own mental constrictions, relying on women
to bail their asses out--relying on women more capable
that they then belittle as beneath them and all their
fucked-up failed efforts--
the ones that think having the thought of doing something
enriching for themselves equivalent to the doing--
too lazy to off their asses-- so go around saying
that the thought of their doing superior to all you years
of hard work creating and all your small successes--
the barely adequate men over-self-confident
by social training--getting farther--more income
than the much more talented women
(we have Freda Kalo and Diego Rivera of the past
as shining examples ...) of women kept in “their place”
and overly-humble by male induced pressures---
the type that toss the Macyıs men’s wear you bought them
into a corner, (wasted your time and money on)
opting for the worn no-taste polyester youıre sick of seeing them in--
the short ugly men who hang out and pat each other
on the back stick strong together against women
reinforce each otherıs routine expressions of manliness
that the only good women the quiet-- unknown passing women
that donıt see the leer behind their backs, really intended to impress
the buddy-buddies--
pre-madonna assholes who think and act as if they own the world--
compensating for the loser low-paying shit jobs they work--
the ones that wonıt let go--fighting hating retaliation
for separations longer than you were together--
all the real damaged-goods and Iıve known every one of them
forcing their presence upon me as few women ever would--
