Bad Poetry: Living with Parity

This was provoked by the Poets & Storytellers United prompt to use three innovative words in a poem.

Can men live without oppression?

Fight that urge toward regression!

In this age of equal rights, men can survive,

Without those systems of repression 

That cause female-type depression.

(Losing those will help a man's "love" life to thrive.)

Now, one thing you must not do

Is indulge feelings that you

Are more competent than women in this life:

Each objective factual measure

Took away more of that pleasure,

So if you don't understand it, ask your wife.

Long as half of humankind

Feel restricted or confined

By the other half's propensity for violence,

Your "equality" is fiction;

What you feel about that's addiction,

So control your anger, listening in silence.

Nobody believes he's wise

If a man ever even tries

To dispute that women know what we are saying.

Pictures in our minds aren't hazy

If a man says "She is crazy"--

We can guess the sordid truth he is betraying.

So if you think she's delulu 

Then, dear brothers, what can you do?

Very quietly and quickly walk away!

Unless women feel disgusted

By her falsehoods, you're distrusted,

And so nothing's quite the best thing you can say.

If she tells you that your lewk's 

One of those unfortunate flukes

That occur when haberdashers in despair

Ask designers to drive sales

Of their buyers' greatest fails,

Silently make your own choice of what to wear.

Broligarchy must come down;

Never should have left the ground.

(If not done by women, should a thing be done?)

As each decent person hates

Even once-admired Bill Gates,

Jobs men dominate will never again be fun

Save, perhaps, for the young Real Man

With his muscles and his tan

Showing heavy labor's what he most enjoys.

In those jobs men still excel,

And those jobs must be done well,

So the future's bright for active, healthy boys.

But the geeks who would be god?

Leave them lying on the sod,

Drugs or STDs devouring each one's brain;

Let economies of debt

Crash, caught in the Internet,

While we and our husbands build one that's more sane.

(I call my favorite young people, collectively, The Nephews because a majority of them are nephews, as distinct from nieces. I love my nephews. I want their lives to be wonderful...at no expense to the nieces' lives.)