Rubber Womb
My womb is wrapped in rubber, my abortions are in the bin
Men are all bastards but we feminists are above sin;
Today I'll go down to the dole queue to pick myself a pimp -
Most of them are dead-heads with cocks that are always limp.
I'll get him to spend his giro on me before he gets his way -
And if he's no damn good I'll get the police to make him pay:
Charges of rape and sexual abuse will easily have him put away!
Lick my tits, suck my crotch, come in me again and again,
I want you to fuck me and fuck me from six p.m. till ten.
And if you should fall in love with me (you stupid arse-hole fool)
I'll smash your face, snatch your soul and tie a knot in your tool.
We are the best, all men are twits, useless and rotten little gits.
To fuck for fun is the way it's done for that's how to smash you into little bits.
Power, domination, control and command, men are too stupid to ever understand.
By the balls we squeeze and make them squirm,
With a heel in his face he becomes a worm.
Ah but us women are so wonderful and pure,
Our knowledge is profound we help and cure.
Wherever there is trouble we are out at the front:
Waving posters of protest - and flashing a cunt!
When the men come home from months of killing
We line the shores with bare breasts a-thrilling.
Sex is All, the Centre of our Universe -
Sadly for us we need a man to lift the Curse.
That's it, the end, the ghastly truth:
The Feminist mind is quite uncouth.
But what about me, am I so pure?
A twisted misogynist with no hope of a cure?
The idea of love so beautiful and sublime,
Why do I feel that passion is a crime?
To turn and reject that which I enjoy,
Why is it that lovers each other destroy?
Surely the "Fuck 'n' Chuck" Liberationists
Fulfil the dreams of masturbating sensualists?
Why condemn or apportion blame?
Is it not for both exactly the same?
Turmoil, confusion, agony and pain -
Are simple relationships always a strain?
Alone and miserable, drunk and annoyed,
Poverty-stricken, insane and unemployed;
Such is the fate of many a lover
Far too faithful to discover another.
"Obey-or-Else" the Feminist decrees,
The lonely man is brought to his knees.
Solitude, isolation, poverty and strife;
There must be more to this in life.
"A girl-friend!" Acceptance, love and pleasure,
Ashes and trauma destroy the treasure.
Boring cliches, nothing is new,
Right from the beginning the bitches knew.
Fuckin' hell and accursed damnation
I wish I wasn't writin' such awful dictat'n.
Love and happiness isn't that what we want?
Or at least a little friendship .......
- go to sleep you boring old fart
Let others do the shouting and call it "Art"........
(Who me pissed? Only a teeny weeny bit.)
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