Display bra-and-thong plumage in the office
And demand to be taken seriously
On a par with your male colleagues in their crop-shirted glory
For you're as good as any man in plunge-trousered suit
That you're worth equal pay for equal fabric is not in dispute.
But can you blame poor men for being confused, when you dress 'Come hither', then point-blank refuse?
(and if you're feeling mean, report them to HR)
What are you trying to prove?
That you've found esteem but mislaid self-respect,
That while you're not one, you reserve the right to dress as a sex object?
Do you want men at your feet, on and by your side, or merely annoyed?
Does that aggressive push-up lace front hide a gaping inner void,
Waiting for the 'right' man to complete you, perchance?
Attracting men you don't fancy or who use, when you yearn love and romance?
Sure, you can wear what you want and have every right to
Just ask yourself who you're doing it for, and stand up the real you!
Never mind male power, overcoming herd power is what I call girl power!
©LS King 2008
