For butterflies with monstrous wing-tipped eyes
(Don’t mess with me!
With eyes this big
the rest of me is even bigger.
I will mess you up!)
(If you’re looking for a meal
go somewhere else.
I’m just a stick, a leaf.
Go find a bug to eat.)
(I’m just a bit of bark,
a bunch of moss.
There’s nothing here that you would ever want to eat,)
the trick to their surviving enemies
is blending in.
They won’t be eaten if they can’t be seen.
They won’t be eaten if there’s nothing there.
A former governor of Michigan
was on “The Dating Game”
before she ever thought of politics.
A college kid, she was
a pretty, mindless ball of fluff.
But she was beautiful
and never would accomplish anything.
She doesn’t hide behind a pretty face
and so she is attacked, demeaned
and ridiculed for having the temerity
of proving her opponents are buffoons;
(She needs to know her place!)
for giving reasoned, structured arguments instead of bombast.
(We will send her back to serving tacos
to the other trash like her!)
They do not understand why she is more
than empty, mindless, fluff
that can be disregarded,
that they can dismiss.