Men's Stroll Cycle Poem by BOEMS BY JA WIZDUMBs BY JA

There was this man
Whom I once met
He at the time
Was quite upset

Those cunning women
Had yet again
Usurped some traits
Named, for us men

This men's stroll cycle
Was to be ours
How did those women
Steal these powers

And this syndrome
That's pre, men's stroll
Of this too
We've lost control

And a pause
As I recall
From the men who pause
They had the gall

All these things
Now belong to women
But, its man's vernacular
That was given

We should demand
They give them back
For we're the ones
That now these lack

But I said whoa
Slow down my friend
You need some facts
To comprehend

That these said powers
We do not need
Unless, you yourself
Intend to bleed

When I explained
What they had stole
He didn't want them
After all

And then he left
But, not contented
"They could have asked"
He lamented
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