Female Exploitation…a tale for today(edit 0.00002, blake,brownlie)

[tectak]

I like the way your protagonist speaks directly to the reader, and engages them with questions. It's just that attitude that made me uncomfortable by the end - I've missed the metaphor and stranded on the typing. I'm reading this as by a worker in a pay-for-chat adult site. By the final line I have the uneasy feeling that the whole poem was written to celebrate those final two lines. I like it though, it made me think. I do like the refrain, a sort of regathering after each stanza of thought.

Hi justm,
Thanks for your discomfort...that is indeed rewarding Yes, avatar Lingua in Maxillam, that's me. But you got that, didn't you?
Best,
tectak

[Brownlie]

Well, I looked up that last little phrase you had there, and I suppose there's something there that can be used.

This is from Wikipedia, the part about the cautionary tale is interesting to me.

Such folk stories are frequently told as cautionary tales warning of the dangers of unknown women and to discourage rape.[1]

Erich Neumann relays one such myth in which "a fish inhabits the vagina of the Terrible Mother; the hero is the man who overcomes the Terrible Mother, breaks the teeth out of her vagina, and so makes her into a woman".[2]

The legend also appears in the mythology of the Chaco and Guiana tribes of South America. In some versions, the hero leaves one tooth.[3] An Ainu language tale containing this element was published as "The Island of Women" by Basil Hall Chamberlain, where it was described as a well known Japanese tale by E. B. Tylor.[4]

[LorettaYoung]

You think that this is exploitation?
Who gives a fanny for your thoughts?
A working night a week will keep
the other wolves from other doors.
If you should moan that’s what I want;
it’s your needs, not mine, babe.

You think I want your masturbation?
I’m sure you do, the question is
how much can you afford to spray
before your wife will catch you out
or someone spots you from the street?
It’s your life, not mine, babe.

You think that I’m for liberation?
I’d fuck you for the freedom trip?
I drive a Porsche, my Red Ferrari
never leaves my walled estate;
you and others buy my miles.
It’s your debt, not mine, babe.

You think that you could do it for me?
Ah, let me guess, you’re Super-Man.
I might turn over, baby, try me.
Ask, I’ll show you what you want;
these tits of mine are Super-woman’s.
It’s your dream, not mine, babe.

You think that I’m an easy-rider?
Another Charlene, Trix or Jade?
Maybe you figure I’m excited
and all because you type real slow;
I just get bored, so up the ante.
It’s your time, not mine, babe.

You think that when the show is over
my life goes back to drugs and kids?
Think again, you pop-eyed lobster;
drop your tissue down the pan.
I’ve got it made, you see, I’m smarter;
next time ask for Vagina Dentata…babe.

tectak
2014

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I was just wondering while reading again and wondering if you had considered putting babe, between' like "it's your time, babe, not mine; but not the last stanza. The old Dylan song "It A'int Me Babe" was cropping up in my head. Best, Loretta

[tectak]

You think that this is exploitation?
Who gives a fanny for your thoughts?
A working night a week will keep
the other wolves from other doors.
If you should moan that’s what I want;
it’s your needs, not mine, babe.

You think I want your masturbation?
I’m sure you do, the question is
how much can you afford to spray
before your wife will catch you out
or someone spots you from the street?
It’s your life, not mine, babe.

You think that I’m for liberation?
I’d fuck you for the freedom trip?
I drive a Porsche, my Red Ferrari
never leaves my walled estate;
you and others buy my miles.
It’s your debt, not mine, babe.

You think that you could do it for me?
Ah, let me guess, you’re Super-Man.
I might turn over, baby, try me.
Ask, I’ll show you what you want;
these tits of mine are Super-woman’s.
It’s your dream, not mine, babe.

You think that I’m an easy-rider?
Another Charlene, Trix or Jade?
Maybe you figure I’m excited
and all because you type real slow;
I just get bored, so up the ante.
It’s your time, not mine, babe.

You think that when the show is over
my life goes back to drugs and kids?
Think again, you pop-eyed lobster;
drop your tissue down the pan.
I’ve got it made, you see, I’m smarter;
next time ask for Vagina Dentata…babe.

tectak
2014

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I was just wondering while reading again and wondering if you had considered putting babe, between' like "it's your time, babe, not mine; but not the last stanza. The old Dylan song "It Ai'nt Me Babe" was cropping up in my head. Best, Loretta

Hi loretta,
There was and is an inspiration for everything. The "babe" word is cynical by the poem's character as most of the satellite soft porn digital.channels are called "Babe..." something or other.
"It ain't me babe" was possibly my subliminal trigger. Well reasoned.
tectak
I always think of the wonderful song by John Prine called "Hello in there" whenever I see your name

[LorettaYoung]

You think that this is exploitation?
Who gives a fanny for your thoughts?
A working night a week will keep
the other wolves from other doors.
If you should moan that’s what I want;
it’s your needs, not mine, babe.

You think I want your masturbation?
I’m sure you do, the question is
how much can you afford to spray
before your wife will catch you out
or someone spots you from the street?
It’s your life, not mine, babe.

You think that I’m for liberation?
I’d fuck you for the freedom trip?
I drive a Porsche, my Red Ferrari
never leaves my walled estate;
you and others buy my miles.
It’s your debt, not mine, babe.

You think that you could do it for me?
Ah, let me guess, you’re Super-Man.
I might turn over, baby, try me.
Ask, I’ll show you what you want;
these tits of mine are Super-woman’s.
It’s your dream, not mine, babe.

You think that I’m an easy-rider?
Another Charlene, Trix or Jade?
Maybe you figure I’m excited
and all because you type real slow;
I just get bored, so up the ante.
It’s your time, not mine, babe.

You think that when the show is over
my life goes back to drugs and kids?
Think again, you pop-eyed lobster;
drop your tissue down the pan.
I’ve got it made, you see, I’m smarter;
next time ask for Vagina Dentata…babe.

tectak
2014

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I was just wondering while reading again and wondering if you had considered putting babe, between' like "it's your time, babe, not mine; but not the last stanza. The old Dylan song "It Ai'nt Me Babe" was cropping up in my head. Best, Loretta

Hi loretta,
There was and is an inspiration for everything. The "babe" word is cynical by the poem's character as most of the satellite soft porn digital.channels are called "Babe..." something or other.
"It ain't me babe" was possibly my subliminal trigger. Well reasoned.
tectak
I always think of the wonderful song by John Prine called "Hello in there" whenever I see your name

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tictak: see, you learn something new every day, how the world is wasting away, Hello in there, the song reminds me of West Village days, thanks, best Loretta