Grab Her
Imagine a world so unlike this one
Where grimy hands were not free to cross lines,
And no one experienced the sinking jolt
Of panic caused by bad touches
Brought on by loud mouthed musketeers
Parading their prey as company
For all the workforce to see.
No body is public property,
Though the regulations and rules
Stamped into legal pads on Capitol Hill
Spin heads into spiraling circles
With their red tape knots
That start to unravel humans as flesh:
Organs strung together under skin coating;
Read the fine print if you dare-
Handle with caution!-
Don’t forget there is a person living
In the skinsuit you force to bear witness
To your uninvited hands.
Maybe one day you’ll be hurt
As much as those you hurt;
Oh, you didn’t know?
Take a guess, at the scarred map trail
You left behind in your feel up feel good hunt
For unwilling victims with closed mouth tendencies;
Maybe one day you’ll get more
Than a simple slap on the wrist
For grabbing a woman.