The Pervert Endeavour - Lice

The pervert endeavour of love songs ends

As trying to ‘rhyme' women into intercourse

Is no longer a valuable use of our resources;

Increasingly the pressing subject to express

Becomes our rarely-acknowledged evil impulses

That, dormant, are at any provocation ready

In the men to turn into misogyny

In the straights, into homophobic tirades

In the whites, to turn into racist neuroses

And what drives these fellows in their obsession

With the infantile, inferior subject of women

When it’s better being a man:

You don’t have to worry about wandering hands

Menstrual pads, attacks in the street at night

Or attacks from your fellow mädchens

For saying ‘yes' too much Or saying ‘no' too much

These differences and biases end

In the burgeoning age of misanthropy

Where unbiased hatred has flourished

Such that women, homosexuals and foreigners

Need no longer be discouraged

Now that young white men despise themselves

As much as they did vous autres

Everyone will become everyone’s targets