Go and make me a sandwich.
Maybe there's an apron
society tells you to wear,
a college degree to just
show you're educated,
but never to put into use,
because we don't want women
to be more successful than a man.
Go and make me a sandwich,
because you need to listen to him
and understand that you don't have a say,
remember to be an easy-going wife and
let him out to have fun with his friends,
present your mouth keenly for fucking
because a good wife never argues with her man.
Go and make me a sandwich.
Maybe I'll slip a sleeping pill,
one, two, three for good measure,
Maybe there will be a knife,
carving your name and screaming your blood,
one, two, three, in and out, in and out,
just like you in the bed every Friday night.
Go make me a sandwich.
I guess this is my way of saying,
"I'm tired of you telling me what to do."
because 'Go make me a sandwich?'
hmm, why don't you go fuck yourself?
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lowkey inspired by Gone Girl + Margeret's Atwood 'The Door' poem. super angsty, super feminist-y. i LIKE PASSIVE GIRLS HAVING URGENCY.
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