Fall to your knees,
And beg for more.
Look past that upon,
You it’s forced.
So grateful you,
Should be for the,
guy who claims you,
because without him,
you’re nothing but a pig.
Thus blessed you are,
To have a man.
Accept that you be,
Society’s wench

Silent you
Never utter opposition.
Hush poor dear,
Be obedient and don’t fear,
he’ll look after you.
For go personal thought.
He’s all you’ve got,
All you’ll ever have.
So be pleased.
He’s such a great catch,
For a pitiful girl,
Such as yourself.
Society’s wench.

Walk the lines,
They lay for you.
Never believing in,
Anything better.
Don’t do but,
Wait for him to.
Fold your hands and,
Place them in your lap.
The perfect picture,
Of helplessness.
The perfect picture of,
Society’s wench,
You be.