Ain't Gonna Happen, Babe Poem by David Welch

You say the there's no need for grit,
that acting tough is all ‘toxic, '
tell me I should learn new tricks,
that ain't gonna happen, babe.

You think I should never have to grunt,
or speak of things direct and blunt,
nor go to the range to shoot my gun,
that ain't gonna happen, babe

You prattle on about ‘feminine sides, '
then get mad when I roll my eyes,
say men should be more woman-like,
it ain't gonna happen, babe

cause I've noticed all those beta-males
with voices that squeak in whiny wales,
just say their ‘allies' to get some tail,
that's what I see happen, babe

And you've never dated that type,
you go for steak, instead of tripe,
with a normal man you sleep at night,
that's already happened, babe.

You're drawn to your male compliment,
we fill gaps that have paid dividends,
it can't work without the masculine,
that's what has to happen, babe,
if you want this to happen, babe.