Miss Maggie

Lady of the world or a whore
Who often are the same
Normal woman, star, or hag,
Females of all kinds, I love you

Even to the dumbest of bimbos,
I want to dedicate these few lines
Born from my disgust of men
And their warrior morality

Because no woman on the planet
Will ever be dumber than her brother
Nor prouder, nor more dishonest
Except maybe Mrs. Thatcher

Woman, I love you because
When sports become war
There are hardly any women
Among the hordes of supporters

These fanatics, crazy and furious
Drenched in hatred and beer
Deifying the idiots in blue,
Insulting the bastards in green

There are no female hooligans,
Stupid and murderous
Not even in Great Britain
Except of course Mrs. Thatcher

Woman, I love you because
With a car in your hands
You don't become as stupid as
Those poor lunatics who crash

For a slightly damaged headlight
Or for a middle finger held high
Some go as far as shooting
To save their car radio

The middle finger of those idiots
No woman is vulgar enough
To use it all the time
Except maybe Mrs. Thatcher

Woman, I love you because
You won't die in war
Because the sight of a firearm
Doesn't make your ovaries shiver

Because among the ranks of hunters
Who shoot the turtledove
And occasionally the Arabs,
I've never seen a female

Not a single woman is despicable enough
To polish a gun
And feel invulnerable
Except of course Mrs. Thatcher

It's not a female brain
That created the atomic bomb
And not a woman has on her hands
The blood of Native Americans

Palestinians and Armenians
Speak from their graves
That genocide is masculine
Like an SS, a bullfighter

In this damn humanity
The murderers are all brothers
Not a woman to compete
Except maybe Mrs. Thatcher

Woman, I love you especially
For your weakness and your eyes
When the strength of a man lies
Only in his gun or in his dick

And when the final hour comes,
Hell will be filled with idiots
Playing soccer or at war,
To see who can piss the farthest

I will turn into a dog
If I can stay on Earth
And as a daily lamppost
I will offer myself to Mrs. Thatcher