We don’t need a quack quack duck,
We don’t need a painful bug.
We can carry our own bags,
Even can lift heavy slags,
But that’s not the point we are trying to make,
The myth so long sung, is going to break,
We can do our own works,
We don’t need ideas from jerks.
We can laugh on our own jokes,
The fun is all around without these silly blokes.
We can pay for our own bills,
Why is that We are always looked down upon, It kills.
The fact is not so hard to understand,
men were never there in the joy plan.
They are the one who makes us cry,
So we never ever going to need a guy.
