Smack dab in the middle of the season
You seized them by their cojones
Accepting all our feminine values
Can never turn us back into men
Remind me of the muck you bared
Like growing mustard greens and sharing your wealth
We uncover millionaires in their health clubs
Doing nothing but killing themselves for free (love)
Now men are boorishly standing up to women
To remind them of their choice to bear children
Or to openly perform complex arthroscopic heart surgery
Still we are fortunate to live at a time
When you can decide approximately
How many fingers you'd like to have inside of you
Its true that we have more to lose than our pride
And at times we experience the same arrested development
So why not join forces for the embellishment of our stories
Your allegories destroy all my categories of interpretation
Did you really think you’d get away with it
Why can't we just let the world know
That we don’t need any more specious people on the block

Celibate sages are ageist it seems
A common propensity of sheep(le)
Is the ineluctable need to get married or procreate
In this heat we are all defeated repeatedly
Underneath a level of arrogance i breathe
Dripping sheet-rock from my knees
We are trying to show by degrees
That I can embody what I need
If I am really the healer that I long to be