That girl alone on the street,
Dare you ogle with eyes more than a fleet.
Eyes you have to protect the female,
Save her you from the stare of the pervert male.
Let not the others stare the female and bother,
For knowledge without yours, she might be your own sister or mother.
Let her dress, no matter what be the season,
Her dress portrays her emotion and has more than a reason.
Just like a centipede, sneaks in the man, with 98 missing legs,
And high on the unlimited pegs.
Not she an object, be you on alcohol or drugs,
With that mentality, do not even go to a mannequin for free hugs.
Some should be raped says a Minister,
All BackPunch can rhyme with that line is by calling him a sinner.