A poem for sexist pigs:
I can’t tell you how much this BS annoys me.
Stand by your comments and take the fall;
You are a big, tough manly-man, after all.
Cut us some slack and un-bunch your shorts.
Act too aggressive and they'll call me a bitch,
You don’t know from aggressive: I work with Mitch.
I’m not moody, a lesbian or even PMS-ing
Your comments are simply ignorant and quite frankly depressing.
You'd have no Gold Medals or chicks that are bitchin’
For every Hardaway and Maxwell you've got to spew bile,
I see you a Tewskbury and raise you a Heil.