I'm Just Sayin'...

I'm just sayin...

I'm just so damn sick
Of Dick and The Dick.
I'm tired and I'm weary
Of the news that's so bleary;
Of young people dyin'
And distraught mothers cryin';
Of the rich still enrichin'
While the rest of us bitchin'
Over bills we can't pay;
That the fat cats still play
With their marvelous toys
While our young girls and boys
Die for what we are told
Is a cause pure and bold,
We are wasting our treaure
On a mission we can't measure
By traditional means.
It's a big hill of beans
We are fed every day
By these men who still say
We must continue to die.
It's a bold-faced lie
That our safety depends
On their means to some ends
No one alive can forsee.
They spend money with glee,
They are so casual with lives
That they're giving me hives.
If men had the babies,
We'd treat childbirth like rabies,
There'd be months of paid leave
For the mornings they'd heave.
There'd be insurance and shots--
There would be lots and lots
Of other people's money
Passed out like honey
To the pregnant masses
Maybe even sleep gasses
To make the process easier
So that they wouldn't feel queasier
Than they're making the rest
Of us feel. Couldn't we just test
The alternative theory?
I might feel more cheery.
It sure couldn't be worse
If the power of the purse
Could be put in the trust
Of the humans with a bust.
I think it's ironic
All the critical tonic
I've received in emails
Is from cynical females.
Could it be that this thing
Has the closely-felt sting
Of reality's hammer.
I'm reduced to a stammer.
Never thought the fair sex
Couldn't see the car wrecks
Of the nation's welfare
Were because men do not care
That their awful behavior
Makes them less like a savior;
Makes them think that a gun
Is what they call fun.
I'm not sure that I'm wrong,
But I'm prepared to go along,
Take a shot that a change
Might not turn out so strange.
Never said I was right...
I just said that it...MIGHT.