mutants

Mutants
It was in the future
And as projected
The future a creature
And adverts read:
Guards against women offensive
For, yes, it was no longer
Possible to rape, a woman
They had evolved
And thus contrived
To fight against what had become
Mans’ favourite sport: ‘rape’
From their virginal
They now produced two forms of fluids
One for consensual sex
And another against, a fluid
Reacting violently to testerones
Within the moment of contact
And it was not within the woman power
To decide which fluid to shed
As would have been such potent power
It just came like the green in the glass
Or the brown in the earth
Or the nectar in the mutated honeysuckle
A human female would never be raped
Unless with metal penises.