Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Feminist's Rondeau

I’ve walked since the beginning of time
I never needed anyone or their dime
When the world finally goes straight to Hell
I’ll walk there too, right through the Earth’s thin shell
Satan can get my cot ready; I’ll pay for my crime

I ain’t pretty and I don’t tinkle like a silly wind chime
I don’t got good grammar and I don’t like to rhyme
I’m about as bad as the chick that ate that fruit and fell
Don’t piss me off Adam, I’m PMSing

I’m brash and loud, not a damn mime
I’m young and loose, still in my prime
I’ve got the strength of an ox, I ain’t frail
I can spit and cuss, I ain’t a lady as you can tell