To the lurking TIMs

To the Lurking TIMs:

Hello, TIMs, we know you’re there, Sporting ladies’ underwear. We do not like your silly scam. We do not like it, Sam, you sham.

Go stick your peepee in your socks. Go stick it in a cardboard box. But do not stick it here or there. You cannot stick it everywhere.

Though you can take it on a boat, Don’t stick your peepee in a goat, Not even if the goat’s a She. That’s something you will never be.

You’re still a man when on a train, A man when standing in the rain, Your hair-don’t flapping here and there, Mascara dripping everywhere.

A man, a guy, a bro, a mister, You won’t ever be a sister. A handmaid, willing to pretend Is just a prop and not a friend.

The lesbians, you make them sick. They like vaginas, not your peepee. They do not like it here or there. They do not like it anywhere.

A twirly skirt is no disgrace; Deflate your moobs and wash your face. You can stop this, yes, you can. Just go and be a better man.