Is It a Thor's World?

Standing on top of your mountain

feet planted firmly so…

Raising your hammer high-

the tool that your body is a pedestal for…

You let out a battle cry YAWP.
Imitating Thor.
Proclaiming
the Hammer to be more
than my
girly bits.

Bigger.

Better.

The Hammer makes all decisions.
The Hammer makes everything so.
It is my existence.
I should always fall below
the Hammer.
I should take my place in its shadow.

My girly Bits are no match
for the strength of your wieldy tool.
Its stealth and steadfast
desire to screw me.

To scare me.
To strike me into submission
until my spirit slips away.
But my girly bits are smart.
They are not afraid to face
the swing of your weapon.
I know that it OWNS you.

You will never be
Free
from your almighty
Golden Hammer.

The momentum of your
striking movements
will topple you down
the side of your egotistical mountain
until you are nothing
but scraped up little pedestal bits
that will still belong to your
fucking broken hammer.

So go ahead and take that stammer
atop your precious mountain
and cast that Hammer’s shadow.

My girly bits and I
will be steadfastly perched below
waiting to pounce
when your Hammer fails you.