Colossus

He didn't know what on earth to tell her –

except he felt like he had been cheated:

of his wife, life, and masculinity.

No law said he should be thus castrated.

Women's flesh was weak, the great saboteur –

she sure had rights, but these were conceited,

erecting women to divinity,

leaving men in the dirt, amputated.

Only final truths remained to proffer:

no equal law would stand undefeated,

no law would strip him of his dignity –

he'd have his woman's body till sated,

yes, till he was content, oh yes mister,

and the full extent of his rights seated –

consent was his droit to stability –

her body his as oft demonstrated –

for all men a tacit droit du seigneur –

peace of mind finally re-created –

no fault innate in men's virility,

his banal missteps thus vindicated.