The Woke Alpha Male

There's nothing to write.
Fifteen times this line.
All my lofty notions are expired.

The vortex spins.
Chewing away at my wisdom, my knowledge.
An open door of the new truths
Old truths rebranded with the breath of realpolitik.

All is a weapon...
Man versus woman.
Black versus white.
Now, the time told truth of the Old Maid
Gets made the infidel,
As a Bachelor is now a cuckold
And a Forsaken bride a feminist.

My raw pen is said to be mightier than the sword
Yet the Bourbon crown withholds my wheat.
I destroy them with my verse...
Oh Hapsburg, o' Napoleon.

Yet, the war of the basic cruditity
Of genitalia and forsaken vows...
All are weak if they do not sow their seed.
Angst, and frustration... o blithe power
That a dictator half a world away destroyed all his women;---
Thus, the curse turns on us that too many men were born.

So, eternal angst, and war.
Sow your seed, profligates...
For it is your love that is faulty.
Not mine.