Once upon a time they wrote,
And I would stop and think,
About once upon a here and now,
Of people on the brink,
Of sinking into pages,
Tv shows or tracks,
Finding a safe haven,
And never coming back,
Now I'm not saying burn the book,
Or smash up your TV,
But substitutes for life and love,
Is not what they should be,
So when I ask about your day,
I do not want to know,
About the things you've read and seen,
Of people you don't know,
Of course I'm generalising,
These things have merit, true,
But when I ask about your day,
I want to hear of you,
So sometimes please put down your book,
And I'll put down my pen,
And hand in hand we'll step outside,
And live our lives again.

Am I crazy, am I mad,
For wanting to know what’s to come; good or bad?

‘She’s not pretty’, ‘Not really my type’,
Maybe you should stop generalising and close your pipe.

The idea of the ideal woman will not budge,
But then they tell us not to hold a grudge.

According to the government, women are fine; they have their rights,
But behind closed doors, disturbing things happen and innocent ladies have sleepless nights.

Call her obnoxious, call her pretentious,
After all of this, isn’t she just conscious?

Statistics show that males have a higher pay,
Let’s just call it a day.

Am I changing how you view females at all?
Or is this just going to be uncared for feminist writing on the wall?

To be treated the same, that’s our aim,
If people listened, we wouldn’t have to exclaim!

Dear non-feminists, this may seem like a lot of putdowns,
But for tolerating all of the nonsense, we deserve crowns.