Commuting with Baudelaire
We are living in a time when there are no gentlemen.
So, women stand for hours without being offered any seats.
It’ s a privilege which they have laboured for and for centuries,
It appears! Madness, I know, but you must respect them.
As you watch their small fists tightening on the headrests,
And the veins on their slight wrists seeming to almost split…
That is just at the point when you must resist to offer them a seat
And rather plant your own arse further into it!
As I have said before, we are living in a time without any gentlemen
And highly vocal women, who apparently know exactly what they want.
The children are so dissolute you could be forgiven for not showing!
Resist, resist, resist! Resistance, apparently is the source of all Art.
Resist recapitulating altogether. And whatever you do,
Don’t Fart!