Never Surrendher
I do not need to worry, I don’t think,
That men will be reduced to little twerps
By feminism. Underarms will stink
In massive hairiness after the burps
Of history. Men will not be tamed by cunts
No matter how addictive those may be.
Males won’t be turned to dickless, ball-less runts.
They will not shrink their masculinity.
The masterfulness that nature requires
Will triumph. Do not kid yourself. Revolts
Against it will be me met by manly fires
In factories hammering in the needed bolts.
And what are they? They are the hardened cocks
Injecting jizz from incandescent rocks.