We're all born in water.
The men just don't realise what they're made of.
But women--
Are sacks of eggs, and water
Water. Water, most especially.
They emanate it. They exude it until their skin shines
With the look of a fish,
Wrapped in plastic.
Amphibians they are,
They keep their eyes below
And speak in bubbles.
In a tongue without verbs
They slip through
But cannot move.
You slick sliding lizards, you,
Crawling over each other
For your bowls of bindings, you
Awaiting your scraps of pity.
Make them victims
Of salt water victims, you do.
It seems only proper to feel sorry for you.
You just don't know how
You women all ooze.