A Shakespearean Sonnet, for 'Splainers

Dear brother pale, possessing such a wealth
Of civil words designed to change my mind:
If as you claim you value women's health,
I beg you do this thing for me so kind:
Please take the endless 'splaining you expel
And shove it in the orifice you prize.
I'll not be hostage to your hot take hell
On rights of ours you're keen to compromise.
The unity you pout that we prevent
Will never happen, sir, 'til you relent.

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