For JP
THE CLUB HOUSEDisguised as a home baked goodie,
I try to sneak in.
But a loud bell rings!
Warning the soldier within...
Amateur boobie traps are triggered.
Intruder Alert!
The braided rope is pulled-up.
Invasion Avert!
The gender icon on the door
reminds me quite clear,
No trespassing for women
who come in without fear.
Entrance is limited
for those seeking heroes.
Passwords like independence and strength
won't get you in hereto.
A tightly shut door
is a common thing.
I've been knocking on it, alas!
Only frustration it brings.
This friendship I must let go,
for it rots with my haste.
If then, so, 3 decades
just went to waste.
posted by SmellMyKnee @ 8:56 AM
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