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