Put on your pussyhat, grab your Kibbles—
Let that cat out of your bag
Celebrate your business, Womyn
Whether you be sprite or hag . . .
Which is which? You make us wonder
(as you hate on the head-of state)
What you’re packing. Woman-thunder
Promises to titillate.
Lead us men into our future
Show us where we’ve gone astray.
Shine that light of Matriarchy
As we stumble on our way.
Pure emotion lights your gender.
Tie us up. A pussy-bender
Just might straighten out your signs.
Talking-points at intersections
Promise to inflame the game.
Seeking brave new world directions
Ought to shift some blame.