It’s leaving home, bye-bye
Men have rights in abortion cases! Hoo-hah!
Reproductive rights for men begin and end with the right to produce sperm. Once that shit achieves escape velocity, dude, your agency to direct its future career expires. It’s just a glob in the wind.
Singersongwriter Chris Clarke, who rehearses at his bathroom mirror with a hairbrush, has this to add:
I close my eyes, only for a moment and the moment’s gone
All my genes trickle down my thighs: an irrelevancy
Globs in the wind, all they are is globs in the wind.
Same old song, just a drop of semen in a man-less sea
All I do splatters to the ground, not making progeny
Globs in the wind, all we are is globs in the wind.