XX World

I will tell you such a story which may seem quite unlikely
But know, dead, some signs bode ill as parthenogenesis
And now, listen to my narration, gloomy picture of world lasting but wanting...

Since the day where the lore
Had proved male's uselessness
The slaughter began, so peerless
Making him lay his gore

Long ago a poet said the men's
Past and future were women's
He was right but this meant death
And now it is the parquet's reign

All men are dead but the slaves

Females still hold the flame of joy
They keep the strongest, fieriest boys

Who are we due to shrew total obeisance
And must give them wildness extranagance

As Faust sold his soul to satan
The boys sell their flesh to women