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Princess Fatigue

Ask any man “Would you marry?”

And the man will most-likely say “Sure.”

He’d wear a gold ring for the rest of his days

To announce his commitment to her.

Ask any girl “Would you marry?”

And she’ll smile and say “Yes” with glee.

“And he’d wear a gold ring for the rest of his days

“To announce his commitment to me!”

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…Or Girls In General, For That Matter

“The devil plays the violin,

The instrument of mortal sin.”

I told her this, then said hello.

#How to not pick up girls who play cello

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The Nose Ring Origin Story?

I wonder who first got the notion

That to enhance one’s beauty and grace

And inspire mens’ loving devotion

They should stick some hardware in their face.

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Female Sexuality And Privilege In The Fruit-Curing Industry

If I were to pick a peck of pickled peppers

Peter Piper’d have a bone to pick with me?

But if I gave Ol’ Pete a peck

He’d want to bone, ’cause “what the heck”

And I needn’t pay the Piper… He’d pay me!

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Marriage

As the lovers grew older

Much to the wife’s delight

Her husband looked much like Sean Connery.

The husband didn’t say it

(For he didn’t want a fight)

But he couldn’t help but think it: So did she.

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False-Rape Culture

The marriage rate is going down

And many tears are falling.

The good men left and left behind

Some eyes bloodshot from bawling.

Men no longer mentor

Any women that they pay

Because they fear the power

Of what said women might say

And smart men will no longer talk

To strangers in a skirt

‘Cause they’re one false “j’accuse” away

From sleeping in the dirt.

Cats think that this circumstance

Is surely heavensent:

They live with 30-something women

Whose exes pay the rent.

Meanwhile the men rebuild themselves

From fighters into monks

And leave the chasing women

To the inner-city punks.

The West now walks on eggshells.

There is no doubt about it:

The feminists have made their beds

And now they lie about it.

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Meanwhile Men Just Sit, Kill Animals In Silence, And Love One Another

If you look I think you’ll find

That women are mean to their own kind:

They’ll criticize you if you’re pretty.

They’ll be mean if you look shitty.

They’ll tease you if they can’t see your butt

But if they can then you’re a slut.

They’ll mock you if you’ve got one pal, though

If you are popular they’ll call you shallow.

They’ll fill your life with only hate

But I’m a man. How ’bout a date?

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