Old bold gold

Old, bold, gold. Fat-white, quite solemn men
Row of blow, -hard fast talking club den-
izens of hate, fated to decide how
women live, thrive, jive, with their pow-
er over us.
No right to choose? you lose!
old, bold, gold, fat-white, quite silly, deciding willy-nilly
what you, me, can do, can be.
Rape? What a jape, all fake, fakers, right?
Who's legitimate now? How can you say
these mad, bad, sad, things?
Revolution hinges on the backs
of women kicking
old, bold, gold, fat-white, quite dicking
men
in the sacks.