genesis two

A poem about gender unequality. What happened when God split the adam?

When the Lord split the adam

It wasn't a clean cut.

A heftier half received the whole,

The other a supplicant for scraps at the

Table's Wayside.

(only if it didn't want those stinky leftovers

anyway)

Eons since, not much's changed

The portlier portion still retains

Rights to nuke the other slice

When enmity sticks its foot in the

Meaty muck of the mind

"But it's not my fault," it says,

Still blaming that little snake it likes to hold

Like a teddy bear on a forlorn night

What God hath torn,

Let mankind reassemble.