Collaterals of Feminism
Medea was born in privilege
Who was then done bad by men.
And boy, does it drive her over the edge
As she whinges agen and agen.
She expects the world by dictum,
Who has worked not a day in her life.
She lectures how she’s a victim,
As she murders her ex’s wife.
She is offered escape to a five-star joint
To be bitter in peace, as it were.
Yet she butchers her kids just to hammer a point,
And to make it all about her.
The most tedious kind of psychopath
Who’s two-hour rant must run.
With the audience chastened for wanting a laugh,
And daring to hope for some fun.
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