porcelain goddesses have farted
in supreme orifices
and wafted their odious reign
all over their realms

its time to extract at the sign of the black horse
airey farty an all
non linguistic programming is the new black
time to cosh the buck and we do not mean cash

mind the yobs who hit and run
needs no training
**** Bobby of the militant brigade is free
to impregregnant under-age girls

all the work shy dross at the pubs
needs no training or punishments
the drunks and those absent fathers who do the deed
and then take a hike are fine examples of masculinity

but do hold on, there are more in this hollowed cage
the players who skims from one to the other are just dandy
the ones always round their mates and never home is not clingy
the neglectful wusses who are forever gaming are tops
the useless sops dense as dishwater are the stuff of dreams
the abusive drunks who roll in at closing time to batter the wives
are such wonderful fellows
the cheaters and liars who have our goddesses tearing their silky
hairs out, are perfect gentlemen who deserve gold medals

which leaves our porcelain goddesses all the time in the world
to practise the subtleties of NLP, inflict punishment and training
on the stable, decent, solid, reliable, attentive and confident man
who says it as it is and refuses to be intimidated by narcissists

So our dear porcelain goddesses have farted
from their  supreme orifices and wafting pollution all over
they have a buck to break in and punishment to administer
who wants the decent men when they have their pick of the indecent drosses who populate the worlds of porcelain goddesses