Queen Supreme1 min 142 1 min 142
I am female.
Made from man’s rib, so says the tale.
I am to cater to his every desire,
Oh! But let me preach to the choir.
From his very own chest,
I took all he considered best.
I took his sagacity,
and hold torment of chastity.
I am wo-man.
Woe is man.
The rise of female quests,
We suit up and wear his vest.
We execute with proficiency,
Because the future we can foresee.
Behind every accomplished male,
Is a female who put forth the bail.
No man can hold power over her
For fear the fire she will incur.