THE SMART GIRL
Written By: Katie Green
The smart girl knows that dancing
Is just an appetizer before intercourse
And that conversation, no matter how intelligent
With the man she thinks might be smart
Should lead to seduction and debauchery
Because intelligence and the stimulus of verbiage
Can easily slide from the region of the cerebellum
Further down
Discussing the economics of Indochina
Can segue into
A discussion of the geography of the lowlands
Swamps, marshes, bushy thickets and underbrush
And the smart girl has learned there is no better way
To find out whether the man in question
Is sufficiently enlightened and deserving
Than by stripping for him and watching him react
To her dress being pulled over her head
As she sways
Pulling her brassiere off
Dancing a little more
And then removing her underpants
Wiggling her bottom in his face
To test his worthiness
The smart girl knows
She is the motive force behind
All that moves on this earth
Bigger than the economy of Eurasia
More powerful than all the railroads
Richer than the wealth of Constantinople
She, a simple sylph, nymph, mermaid, siren
Drives the industry of all silly men
And remains the prize to be sought
When money and power and position tempt and tease
And promise worthless inducements
Important to shallow men
Who will not allow themselves to be tempted
And if this dolt cannot prove his mettle
The smart girl knows the avenue to where
She found the source of delirium in adolescence
In her bedroom, in the bath, the cupboard, in the pantry
In the attic
In the meadow, in the thicket
Where the smart girl still goes
When the smart man proves to be
Not so smart, but dunce-like
Underperforming, simple or gross
She knows a glade
Where the grass is smooth where she reclines
The sun is fierce
And the daffodils scream mid-morning at her
Their calices plunging into a typhoon deeper than China
Her gynoecia shouting profanities
Heard as far away as the Cape of Good Hope
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