Modern women

Being a woman of today

You might choose your own way

You know, you’re the better man

You can be greedier and meaner than they can

To reach the climax

Of profession and sex

Your attitude should be complex:

Be lover, diva and witch

Avoid being men’s bitch

Never be mother and housewife

That’ll restrain you from real life

You’ll have to cook, clean and iron

Never “walk in beauty” for Lord Byron

Being pregnant will ruin your figure.

You’ll grow wrinkled and bigger.

Your husband will call you mother

Stray about and take another

As lover you can choose among the men

Tell them fables and fairytales then

You can torture them with devotion and scorn

Let them slurp honey and kneel on a thorn

Their wailing and pleading

Will be your cushion and bedding

Climbing the ladder of career

Rid yourself of anything dear

Relationships weigh you down

Obstruct your way to the crown

As diva you glide above all

Are worshipped, praised and you walk tall

Wherever you set your foot flowers will blossom

Thousands of hearts will glow for you bosom

The air you exhale

Will enchant and beguile

So that even stars grow pale

You rule the world as witch

What you think is the switch

Between virtuality and reality

Your mood establishes human’s destiny

Woman you are constantly variable

To men you appear inaccessible

They believe you’re devilishly twirled

Yet you know you’re the hub of the world