Harvey is a Sex Addict

Harvey Weinstein is an addict

Harvey, he just has to have it

Harvey's checked into a clinic

Not convinced? You heartless cynic

Harvey can not help himself

Please pray for Harvey's failing health

Poor Harvey, he is sex addicted

Please don't mock the sad afflicted

He's compelled to grope and woo

His penis tells him what to do

He has no choice, he must obey

He needs to sate his lust each day

So Harvey's at it like a rabbit

Finds it hard to kick his habit

He's a slave to his libido

Hands won't stay in his tuxedo

Doctor! It's pathology!

Why can't you show some sympathy?!

- But here's the thing that's overlooked

- It wasn't sex got Harvey hooked

- 'Cause sex is pleasure, sex is sensual

- Most of all, sex is consensual

- Harvey's targets cringe and cower

- Harvey gets his kicks from power

- Go and tell your editor:

- Harvey is a predator.

© Janine Booth

Harvey Weinstein’s “sex addiction”: Another way to blame women

Janine Booth lives in Hackney, East London. She writes and performs poetry, and has had three slim volumes of poetry published. Janine posts poems and political polemics at www.janinebooth.com

I Do Not Forget

Don't talk to me about the 'gender divide'

as though it is a mystery to be plumbed.

I have not forgotten how a woman in Delhi

was beaten and raped and left to die;

nor how, in Britain, a child of thirteen

took the blame for her own abuse;

and I do not forget how many rapes go unreported

nor how every woman knows why;

and how each of us likes to think we would fearless

when none of us can ever be quite sure

until the time when we are tested,

when we, and we alone, are the ones

who, if not on trial, are questioned closely,

doubted, probed for cracks.

A barrister asked me once, in open court,

if I had taken off my knickers myself.

I was just a child but I stood my ground;

though I faltered, I would not cry;

but it did no good since they

blamed me anyway and I,

I have been crying ever since.

So, I do not forget all the mutilated women

and the women stoned and burned;

nor do I forget those women murdered

by the men who shared their beds.

I do not forget all the infants abused

or the grandmothers, robbed and raped;

or the women beheaded, and those shot or disfigured

who would neither lie down nor be still.

© Abigail Wyatt

Gender divide is growing fast

Abigail Wyatt lives in Cornwall and writes whenever she can.