my ladies
why did you let your men make you manlike
I don’t think about the beer that you gurgle beside them
nor about the steering wheel the ceremonial pipe
or the new chemical elements
but I think about comfy pants and comfy bras
or boyish haircut
and for God’s sake
even on your face or your eyes there is no makeup

I already know your answer
that man is born as Pygmalion Jesus or Einstein
or any other stupid figure
that the progress of the mankind cannot be stopped
that some good day the face in the mirror will be different
either you’re Snow-White or you’re the evil queen
but for God’s sake
it only them who win
not you

you pretty shrews

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