Battle of the Sexists

Well, Mr. Bradshaw, what's on your mind?
Perings, Inspector
He's a good one, too
Just look at that record
Okay, now walk had your little joke
Give her to somebody else
I asked for a man
We don't have a man with her qualifications
Seriously, Mr. Brad
If you treat right, she might make you a star to the party
What do you mean, treat her right?
Get that chip off your shoulder
What's wrong with her?
She's a woman isn't?

We all uphold the walls between
What seems to be our gender diversities
While disconnecting all chords
All chords once plugged into perversity

No one it seems in a long time
Has had relationships based on respect
Rather what you see are situations
Made to observe
Observe and dissect

Then analyze to try to find
The ever present obscurity
To see why Love has lost so much
Meaning and any signs of surety

Because no one cares for the wears and tears
That befall our society
Once the gender wars were waged
Most fell victim
Victim to a piety

There's no cure except a struggle
To relate until walls are erased
And we come as one to know each other
On things that aren't so gender based

And we come as one to know each other
On things that aren't so gender based