You shouldn’t make it up
Of the man who maintained
That women should refrain
From applying their make-up on a moving train.
I ask where is your brain?
And how dare you complain?
And does your arrogance stem from a taste for cocaine?
You’re archaic forsooth
Sickening #metoo my back tooth
So yeah, you’re about to get burnt by the fire in this booth.
You claim that she’s uncouth
When the underlying truth?
Is you’re upset you got blanked by a girl with her youth!
You claimed this ain’t the place
Then you stared up in her face
You’re a despicable disgrace to the human race!
Just ‘cos it ain’t to your taste-man
You pitiful waste-man,
Don’t mean by your forced discomfort she should be displaced man!
I really hope you now see the light
So we don’t have to have a row or a fight
That someday you’ll know the difference between wrong and right
But, if you’re not that bright
Then this here might be your station, your time to alight
While this old rhymer is still fakely smiling and tryna act polite.