About the Evil That Men Do

I think I've got an allergy: my eyes
Are watery, my throat itches, my nose
Is stuffed up when I try to sleep, but flows
All day, while you complain and rhapsodize
About the evil that men do. Surprise!
I have no time for feelings. Stanch your woes
And hold your tongue. This is like minstrel shows:
Offensive, unamusing, and unwise.

I have no use for episodes like these,
Where someone sings a melancholy song
About the evil that men do, the strong
Harming the weak, and such-like histories.
Leave off -- I say the notion makes me sneeze,
And I don't mean to dawdle here for long.