Modern She

She put on trousers. She said “Fuckingly great!”

Now a man and me are of the same rate.

She dropped sewing, embroidering,

She forgot how to cook.

She is making money,

She has a sexy-cute look.

She has graduated, sometimes even twice.

She thought: “I’m intelligent! Isn’t it nice?”

She stopped dreaming of marriage.

She doesn’t want to give birth.       

She is busy and young,

And her shape will get worse.

Full of botox and smoking

She travels bored everywhere.

She doesn’t know how to kill

The time here and there.

She is no more a woman.

She is for no ass-assault.

She is a well-equipped

World-trade market result.

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