Transgender, If you Do Not Know

Transgender, If You Do Not Know

Transgender, if you do not know

It, is a sex that’s neither/nor,

In other words—if you’re a Joe—

You say that you are Eleanor,

Or else were, you say, Jennifer,

You aren’t Jennifer but John,

Whilst he is she, and him is her

But nobody who’s who anon.

You might say that’s a mishagos

But people are of such a mind

They make of it which never was

A marvelous and special find;

You reason to believe that these

Ought’a be taken at their word,

Though diagnosed it’s a disease,

And not to see that’s so absurd.

Beyond that, then they pander to

It as a disenfranchised class,

When doctors then procedures do

On genitals each gender has

To take them off and put instead

An organ in another’s place,

And turn the world upon its head

In order to reshape its face.

But none of this nonsense will do

Because a man once he’s a man

Can’t be exchanged or made anew,

As that is counter to God’s plan,

’Cause if God wanted him to be

A woman He would’ve done so,

Since sex is plain enough to see:

You’ve got it or you ain’t got no.