It’s just another freaky Friday, I suppose.
Before I head out, I’ll tell you why I think so.
And by the way, it wasn’t my objective
To write a post with a rhyming perspective
Nevertheless, tis the way it is going to be
I can’t stop now… It’ll be OK, you’ll see.
Who would have thought in 1910
That the boys would allow the girls an in?
For equality’s sake, because of pouts,
Boys cannot be boys, but there’s still a Girl Scouts.
Funny thing, I was talking with my daughter
After getting worried and creating some laughter.
Seems I stressed over nothing, even thought she’s eighteen
Only boys must register; girls get off clean!
Well, don’t women serve now in all the military?
“Well, yes,” said my wife, “but it’s all voluntary.”
But what about equality? What about being fair?
I was spitting into the wind – nobody cares.
I think what it’s really all about
Is that girls always win when they learn how to pout.
Young man, forget to register and you’ll forfeit student loans
But try to make it fair and all you’ll hear will be groans.
“Give us what we want when we want it – TODAY!
Because what you have is what we want, now go away!”
Distinctives only matter when the one crying “equality”
Demands her specificity is manifested in your polity.
And when you’ve abandoned whatever makes you unique
She’ll keep her own distinctives and call you a freak.
But speaking of freaky and totally spacey
Have you heard the proposal from the young AOC?
The Green New Deal, or something like that
Will never go through – It will surely fall flat.
On the other hand, what’s scary is that some take it serious
And that’s why our national future is perilous.
No more emissions, no more traveling by plane
In only ten years we’ll be riding on trains
Retrofit or rebuild every building in the land
And guarantee jobs for every woman and man.
Did I mention there’ll be chargers at every hand?
And, oh, by the way, we’re now on a mission
To inform all Hispanics that they’re Native American.
You may think I’m crazy or am going to far,
But read the newspaper or hear the news in your car.
There’s literally too much to absorb. It’s all crazy!
And that’s why I believe it’s a freaky Friday.