To be dragged into the muddied water of sensual policies,

May the best man win,

and the best woman be the prize.

Ugly world of the pretties,

He will be the one to look,

and she will be the object of his sight.

Don’t you feel repulsed by these normative,

Don’t you feel, you were asked to choose between the moulds,

but there was no choice, to choose or not.

To be dragged into the muddied water of sensual policies,

May the best man win,

and the best woman be the prize.

Boring and mediocre are your celebrations,

She brings the womb, and he brings his name bearer

You talk about evolution, but have you?

Giving into the overused, lackluster narrative,

Is it the lack of courage or the immense self loathing?

To be dragged into the muddied water of sensual policies,

May the best man win,

and the best woman be the prize.