There was this man
Whom I once met
He at the time
Was quite upset
Those cunning women
Had yet again
Usurped some traits
Named, for us men
This men’s stroll cycle
Was to be ours
How did those women
Steal these powers
And this syndrome
That’s pre, men’s stroll
Of this too
We’ve lost control
And a pause
As I recall
From the men who pause
They had the gall
All these things
Now belong to women
But, its man’s vernacular
That was given
We should demand
They give them back
For we’re the ones
That now these lack
But I said whoa
Slow down my friend
You need some facts
To comprehend
That these said powers
We do not need
Unless, you yourself
Intend to bleed
When I explained
What they had stole
He didn’t want them
After all
And then he left
But, not contented
“They could have asked”
He lamented
BOEMS BY JA 131