Cast into the forest far above and beyond the castle walls
the expatriate from the patriarchy
rowdy, raunchy, relieved to be free
roughly swaddled in corduroy,
full of garlic and Perrier
laughs his ass off
up high in the fresh blue air, dripping green leaves,
and moist brown bark
as he watches the puny pipsqueak
(mental case, lower case) king
get dethroned
below.
And though the forest has been a little DISenchanted
lately
in the distance he hears
the ringing of caravan bells,
the jingling of bridles,
and the pounding of horses
hooves through the trees
as women ride in
to take charge!
