The Gender Change of Alpha He....
Beth says she is in battle with an Alpha He
Who’s poison pen scribes in the Daily Beast
Perhaps just burn the Beast..dear Beth ?
He states that men are horribly abused
And have been since the start of his-story
Whilst women have been pampered
Babied ... coddled down the ages
Men have suffered at their sides
Well since they were running things...hello
Whose fault is that !.
I smell the burning flesh.
I think this tortured soul
This poor maligned XY..should halt his cry
And change his sex !!
Off with his goollies
Let him become a girl a woman
And a wife.
Take a walk across the gender line..dear man...
Put on your pretty dress and shoes
And teach your plastic dollies how to sing
Read books about good girls who stay at home
And sigh with joy at every virtuous thing.
You’ll gladly wash the dishes..shake out the mat
Whilst your brother on the sofa takes a nap.
That you’re only a girl you’ll come to understand
Whilst running from your uncle’s groping hands.
And keep your gob shut when your daddy speaks
He rules the roost...what he says goes
We all know ...he’s the boss.
As a teenage girl you’ll be obliged to look
Just like the little cookie
That the men are keen to hook
But quoting Shakespeare Joyce or Locke
Will only make them cringe
Be coy and sweet ...never be direct
And most of make sure you are
The kind of girl that men ‘ respect.’
You’ll come to see that the Male Ego
Is a fragile thing
So easily upset
Remember... men are best at everything
More clever and by far more interesting...
Women born of little brain... are weak and emotional
And well...just dim.
They groom and preen
And waste their hours gossiping whilst
Men build bridges ...carry guns
He’s earns much better money..owns everything
(It’s considered manly he pays
His little playmates for his fun).
You must accept that beauty an important gift
Brainy detracts from this
Show cleavage for the men to goggle at
Be subtle... stop at the nipple
Wear shoes that cripple..bra’s too tight
Nails that stop you fingering things quite right
Take off your specs tho’ that might leave you blind
And when you walk...make sure you wiggle your behind
A man dies not have a Job.. he’s a career...
And works at this to reach the top
When he comes home he flops
To have his dinner served just right
Give him his favourite food on special nights
Tomorrows shirt and tie laid out...so...
You’ll rush from typing
And start work again.
And when he has a bug your dealing with a dying man
So comfort him ..wipe his brow and hold his hand
Just as you would a child.
.Oh yes...I know ...the person in you now
Is screaming to get out
You’ve had enough of this
You want to have a brain and have some clout
You’re not so keen on wiping baby’s butts
And getting up at night in see thru negligees
Exhausted mornings
Rushing out to work
You wonder what on earth all this is about !!
But you are a lucky lady...have no doubt
You’re living now a lucky western woman’s life.
Unlike the other sisters of the world
Beaten...raped and murdered in their beds !
So Mr Alpha He
Enjoy enjoy...the life that is so easy and so free.
Kristine Byrne 18th/19th sept 2012