It's such a great release
To feel it slip away
It's getting old and thin and grey
And past its rabid, snarling, adolescent scream
I mean it's all still there
But hell, the need is not so great
It doesn't totally dictate
The way I act and think and talk and write and dream
But I will never lose
That male viewpoint that I learned
How every woman can be turned
Into a plaything that we deserve as if of right
And it will always stay
In some dim recess of my brain
And sure its loss would be my gain
And who knows maybe someday it may disappear from sight
But it will need some work
Before it disappears
It will need years and years and years
