I went to the women's march here in my town,
full of women and men who won't be trodden down,
in support of my wife and of my daughter too,
I said, 'I am proud to be marching with you'.
Misogynist insults aren't made by real men,
but you, Donald, keep hurling them time and again.
When you grab them, insult them, rate them with a number,
you wake up a great mass of outrage from slumber.
Since you just think a woman is something to screw,
does it bother you knowing a woman birthed you?
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