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There is a change in the air Of supposed men Who reject they have a pair And desire women’s underwear How weak minded To follow this trend Of pretending this gender That you bend To follow the flow That its your job To suck and blow Instead of standing strong and tall You sink to your knees To worship cock and ball You believe this is something of pride Your soul is weak I must confide You are a fail of a male There is nothing to be proud of in this path You trend setting fool Its to sad for a laugh You live for others Not yourself Placing your morals On a shelf For all to see And offer glee Of the change You believe Will set you free Its not you That I hate But the fact You caved To the demonic debate That your something Other than what you are Lowering your personal bar Just to be the latest star Something to be admired from afar Or so you believe It’s simply acceptance You wish to receive It’s a pathetic existence To offer no resistance And go with the flow Of a programmed line you tow Feeble and frail All hail The pitiful male Never up to the task To willing to bask In the light Of look at me I reject my pee pee I’m a women Can’t you see? No, you ing ninny You don’t have an inny Why is this so hard You ing retard? You reject your self-respect And loathe you get erect You put your sanity on eject No getting thru Your cerebral stew Common sense is overdue Follow the logic I spew Be one of the few That lets the truth thru No XX but XY Y? Because you’re a ing male