Sept 23 2002 Poets Corner

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iso h emery oy

poetry and we’ll put it in.

No Justice in the Judgement

| am drawn to you; your siren’s song compels me to your room. It is useless to resist. You beck-
on me onto you, arms open in a feigned aura of protective warmth. You press for my commit-
ment to perform, to go the distance. | must perform, | must!

| make a tentative, clumsy advance and the schizophrenic you begin to ooze derision and
ridicule as the sweat forms on my brow. Like fingernails on a chalkboard, you agonizingly
begin to stretch those sensitive tendons of my insecurity, of my very soul. What drug induced
mood swing possesses you ? Your wild, blurred, back and forth, frenzied condemnation slaps
me; my reddened face slowly drains of colour at the evidence of my lacklustre exhibition. You
laugh at my fallibility. With a smirk, you say that you never set those goals, that peak | can
never reach. You say that you do not compare me to others; you simply state the truth, the
obvious you say, with a mocking chuckle.

You never say that 'm a failure, at least not outright; but neither do you look me in the eye. You
just wag your finger back and forth, pointing to where | am as if not really recognizing me at
all. | stand, head ##@wed, straining to find some small glimmer of approval in your sneering
countenance.

At times | think that you are but a vengeful troll in wait beneath a bridge. | must risk passage
or deny my attraction. You shriek at my impotence, your echoing laughter bouncing from wall to
wall to wall, following my hurried, embarrassed departure.

You condemn me in a completely mechanical fashion, without thought to my pain. Yours is not
a verdict based upon the wisdom of timeless philosophers or a jury of my peers. You acknowl-
edge me not!

There is no justice in the judgement —- of a bathroom scale !

Rory Conroy

For My Sister

Pigs around a table

Stare straight through me

As they breathe their propaganda

Saying it loud and proud

That they can’t thing for themselves

| scare them

| know | do

Because | am free

But | let them get under me

“Can't rape the willing”

“Abortion isn’t allowed in that case”

“She was asking for it”

How stereotypical

Just jokes I’ve herad so may say since the begin-
ning

Of my time

They laugh as they pass a woman’s virtue around
the table,

They dismiss a 32 minute nightmare

In 5 seconds

They make fun of a little girl

Whose virginity is cut from her

They laugh at her, how she looked for someone to
love her like that

By fucking as many men as possible

And it’s all gone in 5 seconds

Not this time

So | grab them by their testicles, 5 on 2
And twist

| ask them to be real man

And never say shit again!

You should have seen their eyes,

When they realised that jokes make reality
From this story you can take anger

Maybe I’m sexist

From this you can take my little sister’s pain
“Oh it’s so sad”

But remember one day sadness will touch your
life,

In whatever form it is

| hope you remember that others have lived
through the same

Miel Bittere