Her choice

 She chose to go away 

In a storm, to hold sway.

Don't call her Mom, from the windowsill, 

She won’t be back anyway.

Watch her dance in the rain, 

Indulged in life's pain. 

She chose to have a baby, 

Without a male brain. 

She covers everything, 

Even her nose and noserings. 

Let her be, she knows too well 

When to spread her falcon wings. 

She chose to follow a boy, 

Her love was her joy. 

You can mind your own life, buddy, 

She's no Hellen of Troy. 

She stays out till three, 

And then gets home with a glee. 

Even if she's fucking her boss, 

Sweetheart, no business of thee. 

She chose to marry a guy, 

Two boys who are shy. 

She cleans the dishes, makes her wishes, 

Honey, you're not her rabbi. 

I know you feel you have it, 

The super-power kit- 

To judge and decide when a girl should 

Take a long shit. 

Trust me, Dear, 

A girl has her own cockpit. 

It's curved inside the head of her's 

Not under her clit.