But I had to disagree as we usually did
Especially after too many pints in too few pubs
"But isn't all literature catharsis?"
"Jesus, that's such a masculine concept!"
I had never thought of catharsis being gendered
But there it was being thrust into my face
Like the engorged penis of all those
Great male writers I had read as a youth
Was that simply because I am male?
"What about Janet Frame?" I proposed, thinking
Maybe throwing a female writer into the mix
Might help demonstrate that I was not
Completely naive when it came to
The literary efforts of the fairer sex
"What about Janet Frame? She was mental!"
"Right," I said, knowing the game was lost
For female logic had won or maybe it was
The beer talking and she was just getting
Nasty as she did after a big session
No fuck it I had enough beer in me to give
As good as I got: "So what's the difference?"
"The difference is," her hackles up,
"Janet Frame had serious mental problems,
She'd had shock therapy. She wasn't just some
Overindulged whining middle class white boy
With a small dick who hated his father
And wanted to fuck his mother!"
Freud couldn't have put it better
Though he might have been more circumspect
© shaun patrick green 2011
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