To the Man

Mister, Mister, such arrogance.
Treating us like the potted ferns.
You’ve gotta analyze,
supervise,
scrutinize,
Values within your puny mind.
Mister, Mister, you will get returns.

Mister, Mister, what’s this gesture?
Shoo, Be gone, Hookers and Beggars?
We just wanna,
gotta,
hav’ta,
Change you for the better.
Mister, Mister, not fit to father.

Mister, Mister, wait a moment.
Do not shrug off our sentiments.
Our arguments
are Singaporean,
never, not Western,
Sounded from people’s concern.
Mister, Mister, rethink your judgment.

Mister, Mister, News of the Day!
Who will marry you anyway?
What’s that word? Obey?
No way,
José.
We’d rather be nuns who pray
“Mister, Mister. Misters, go away!”

Mister, Mister, there are no Eves.
God should have made Adams and Steves.
No temptress shall deceive,
conceive,
perceive,
Then there will be Peace.
Mister, Mister, more egos to please.

Mister, Mister, you’re to marry?
We are feeling very sorry
For that life you will ruin,
not funny.
With money,
You buy and she bought her virgin.
Mister, Mister, we prefer the ferry.

Mister, Mister, what’s everything?
Those beings are at least living.
You called them friends,
buddies,
kakis.
Now you treat them as fiends.
Mister, Mister, you are appalling.

Mister, Mister, please don’t deny.
Have you been awake through the night?
You look a troubled,
worried,
married,
Man whose life has crumbled.
Mister, Mister, shed that poor disguise.

Mister, Mister, her temper blew
At the Cauldron of “Love” you brew.
These bitter potions
of wrath,
of graft,
Have poisoned her disposition.
Mister, Mister, don’t say you’ve no clue.

Mister, Mister, control your thoughts.
She’s paying you with what you taught.
The stereotypes you conform her,
expectations
of false passions,
Will only serve to make her bitter.
Mister, Mister, she’s happier than when she’s bought.

Mister, Mister, read the by-line?
The writer’s one you left behind.
A classmate whose letters you’ve torn.
You used to call her
“as stupid
as Cupid.”
But please remember
“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”
Mister, Mister, what’s troubling your mind?

Mister, Mister, farewell for now.
At last, we see you on(in) the brown.
Soaked in Red,
on the pews.
How it feels
to be ewes
Slaughtered, a sacrifice for the dead.
Mister, Brother, Martyr for this town.