I won't call you man-eater
Although hubby calls you kitchen quitter
In view of the deception in perception
To which you've accorded a warm reception
Throwing away the cultural inheritance that holds you dear
Kneeling at your feet when drumbeats of culture you hear
To march towards your dream destination
Humble heads hold high in all corners of the nation
That expect you to contain the dog in man
Preventing with all your might the pollution of the woman
Who tells his ego to pull himself together
When foibles fail him altogether
Snatching his power to think
Sinking his bruised brain into the ink
That signs away his status as family head
When reason ties his raison d'etre to your bimbo's bed.
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