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Practical Guy

 


They say they are practical,
And I have no grasp over the world.
Yes, indeed—because their practicality
It is how easily they can buy a woman.

"How does it matter what she earns?
I’d rather prefer a teacher who comes home."
But he would have roamed around
Seeking the so-called comfort he could find.

Yes, so practical you are—
Laughing at women and their issues,
Then wanting someone who obeys you.
Funny, this "practical guy"
Talks about equality
While proudly proclaiming,
"I’d rather be with a dumb girl."
Someone who simply listens,
Never raises a question.

A practical guy
Who makes practical investments
By sleeping with women of profession,
But suddenly becomes a scared little boy
When faced with the truth.
So he silences your voice—
Not with reason, but a lightsaber stick.

Yes, indeed, so practical.

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