Empower This

 

I

Cancel-jerks who hold the clerks up;

for you didn't feel empowered buying this.

Why didn't the producer ask permission, but

chose to sexualise with no consent from ROTT?

I couldn't Karen enough to receive the hit and miss –

how about a minority report, to get on the diss!

Fake Christians don't prosper, screech, wail and mock!

II

No woman ever thanks your work, Collective shout;

who you objectify like Narcissus sending Echo to the forest.

You slur more than a sailor, your denial leaves much about;

how is Cuties not pedo, while pixels on a screen count?!

Maybe you should team up with Uncle Stan, make a torrent,

to get the best Emmy award, for virtue signaling comments.

Jesus wont save you, perhaps you get a seat at Hell, girlscout.

III

Sixth; Eighth or Ninth, take your pick, Dante will show you

the Way; Hitler may take notes on your Message board.

Even Germany didn't exile so many to boot-camp as thou;

not mention of Lenin; Stalin and Nikita, I have to bow!

Why is empowering always so toxic, like a poisonous toad;

what can't be touched and makes things smell hoard?

`Whenever you do, the world seems to be less – not cool!

IV

Dropping the slurs on soap, this opera sells itself;

or judging the glossy lips, you must be compensating.

Why do you care, how people like/dislike help

themselves to their product, make your own wealth

or are you out of ideas, and just envious masturbating.

I only hear you gasp and moan on the cooners berating –

search your soul, if there's not something missing, Alp.

V

Real Empowering starts with walking a mile in others

shoes, to understand, what they want and care.

You only schadenfreude, to see people burn covers;

the iconoclasts would have loved you. Brokers

of filth and intolerance art thou, misery share –

that's your business, not enabling girls of any lair.

But why do that then you could be a New-Yoker?

VI

Feminism used to be cool, but then you went lev 3;

it worked its ass off, to get somewhere, now Cows

of Bashan will rue. Roll your eyes more for history!

The World dost revolve around you, to give glory

to those,who never contribute, but vitriol on a cointoss.

Eat some humble pie and learn to be a real woman, not Boss –

perhaps you feel more happy then, and not a Pissing tree.