Why yes I may have had an assist from AI (I'm not wasting actual brainpower on this man)
What we’ve SEEN so far…
He walks in all steady
so sure of his plan,
sure they’ll accept
the story he ran.
But the women look once
and the moment goes thin,
they see what he hides,
what he holds in his skin.
He says he’s a woman.
They see he’s a man.
They say it out loud,
and it breaks his span.
He tries to recover,
tries to command,
tries to reshape
what they understand.
Their voices stay level,
their footing stays firm,
they won’t twist the truth
to soften the term.
He hates their calm stance,
their clear, steady scan,
the way they refuse
to rewrite the man.
He hates SEEN for its clarity,
hates SEEN for its stand,
hates SEEN for the truth
he can’t counter or brand.
He clings to his story
with frantic demand,
lashes out at the women
who won’t play in his sand.
His world only stands
if they all keep the pose,
if they praise the emperor
and all his new clothes.
But SEEN doesn’t fold.
SEEN doesn’t close.
SEEN speaks what is standing
and strips what he chose.
He storms off in a fury,
at the women, so mean,
swearing he’ll punish
the bitches of SEEN.
He drafts wild complaints,
sends threats in a stream,
demands they be silenced
for their awful blaspheme.
He files mad petitions,
rants at the board,
insists SEEN be shuttered
for truths he abhorred.
They call him to witness,
he strides in with flair,
convinced he’ll be lauded
for justice laid bare.
But each calm question
strips off his veneer,
he raves about “insolence”
and “women interfering here.”
He shrieks “they’re conspiring”,
he snarls “they’re unfair”,
he pounds on the table
demands they “declare.”
The judge just blinks slowly,
asks “Sir… are you well,”
and he rants into chaos
as the clerk rings the bell.