David Welch Poet Rhyme

Feminism Is Crap, Part I

They told you that your children were
an anchor dragging you down,
that your nurturing instinct was
somehow corrupt and unsound.
They said you very nature was
failing half the human race,
that focusing on a family
was somehow a great disgrace.
They lied and said working a job
would bring you real fulfillment,
that somehow you were failing if
you did not act just like men.
They told you to all sleep around,
that sex somehow made your free,
then said it’s fine to kill your kid
should there be pregnancy.
They told you that all men were foes,
waiting for the chance to rape,
that half the human species was
only worthy of your hate.

But now I see old feminists
bemoaning that they’re alone,
saying they cannot find a date,
it’s too late to make a home.
Stymied maternal instinct was
misdirected on their cats,
or spread to all society,
the woke scourge came from that.
I see women working then they
go online just to complain,
the labor just leaves them empty,
the stress just drives them insane.
Some wonder in their grandmothers
might have had the right idea,
but more will choose to double-down,
insist they’re right with a sneer.
Professionals reach their thirties,
spending their twenties in school,
maternal longings versus debt,
the choice before them is cruel.
If they quiet they must confront that
their more fertile years are gone,
if they stay they’ll see their old age
be empty, alone, and long.
And how many who stay fall sort,
can’t match the hours of men,
as if we were designed for stress,
did no one tell this to them?
Did no one tell them men hate work,
we do it because we must?
To seek fulfillment in a check…
sorry ladies, that’s just nuts!
You bought a life created by
cravenly partisan jerks,
who care not if you’re ‘empowered’
so long as your taxed and worked.

And now I see the young women,
who feel free to sleep around,
complaining with a vacant look,
unsure why they feel so down.
The more partners on their bedpost,
the more distant they become,
thinking they could bang just like men,
this belief was always dumb.
The sexes are not wired to
approach sex in the same way,
for men it’s a quick ******,
quite meaningless to the brain.
For women it can mean nine months
of burden and true effort,
in which they’re quite vulnerable
to so many kinds of hurt.
It’s not just culture that made girls
so damn picky in their past,
nature made their risk much greater,
feminism hides this fact...

CONCLUDES IN PART II.

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