Warning – this one might offend.
Dear woman, come here and shake your booty,
No more notions or sensibilities for you,
Kitchen, bedroom, having babies is your duty
Abortion is now taboo.
For man has his urges,
And they must be satisfied.
What? You don’t want to,
My dear woman, man cannot be denied.
You want a career, you want to earn money,
Please dear, this is all getting so very funny.
Now come here darling, let’s make whoopie,
You’ve got a gun; you’re going to shoot me?
But dear you can’t, it’s a crime.
What? Your rights as a woman aren’t protected,
But you, and the NRA,
Will always have the second amendment
In Swift’s “A Modest Proposal,” the writer uses sarcasm, satire, and wit to create a memorable plan to improve the famine in Ireland. He suggests that the poorest families sell their children as a source of food for the wealthy English. Throughout, he uses his wit to mock and parody the English who pretend to care about the crisis but never do anything about it. Consider this quote from the literary work:
I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance in London, that a young healthy child well nursed, is, at a year old, a most delicious nourishing and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled; and I make no doubt that it will equally serve in a fricasie, or a ragoust.
Swift is not seriously proposing that people eat children. But, by creating such a shocking work of literature, he’s able to draw attention to the issue of poverty and famine in Ireland, as well as to those who have the ability to do something about it but refuse to.