You Gone, Girl!
Now see what feminism yields:
No more women on the fields.
Males last in their own league
Now best the women sans fatigue;
This "inter"ception, how it galls
Because you cannot score on balls.
But still the feminists won’t flip,
But look away and bite their lip.
When boys beat girls, please instruct:
Muscles are a social construct.
How odd the militant’s linch pin
Now gives to men their cinch win,
That theories challenging all roles
Now cede the enemy all the goals.
How was patriarchy so disguised
To leave girls so demoralized?
But could girls at the starter’s gun
Take a stance, refuse to run,
They’d rob them of their shameless win
And trans-late glory into sin.
Then those untied in testosterone
Would race themselves and vie alone.
Then, girls, tell cheats where they can go:
On your mark, get set, No!