Through thick glasses He peers at tomes Written by Gloria Steinem, Dictionary in hand. He espouses Women’s liberation As he orders his wife To fetch him A cup of filter coffee, Forgetting to tip her.
He commands his spouse To disobey the commands Of tradition And idle superstition, While she massages His legs.
With a condescending air He tells her She’s not an inferior As she eats the leftovers After his meal; And informs her She’s not a slave While she washes The used dishes And dirty linen after him.
An expensive cigarette Dangling from his lips, He advises her to cut down On her frivolous expenses On lipsticks and perfumes.
Election due, He writes lengthy pieces On women’s suffrage, Instructing his wife Whom to vote for.
Then convinced About his sheer genius, He berates her ignorance About women’s lib And retires to a cozy bed Made ready by his equal.
