Art flaunted in history
as cock loved and cock tooled.
No minimalistic boundaries
the loom of men on walls.
A femmage of woven lives
cut out the patriarchal lie.
Hands and eyes of keener vision
from raped and beaten bones.
Meanwhile Chicago didn’t invite
a single prick to her Party.
Guerrilla girls aped absurdities
and chipped marble minds.
Men combed their tufts again
with settle down token parts.
Never forget Ana Mendieta
flying out 34 floors and pointing.
Fecund exhibits vagina true
openings of more fertile minds.
But sacred halls echo the F bomb
cause money still hung on balls.