The Menstrual Police Are Coming

The menstrual police are coming soon, Watch your step, they’re tracking the moon. Every fertile woman, they’ll know your name, The GOP’s control—it’s their twisted game.

(Verse 1)

They say it's not possible, but here we are,

Turning back the clocks, we've gone too far.

JD Vance and his crew, they’ve made it clear,

They want control over every woman’s fear.

Sending out the letters, calling for the law,

Comstock’s name, the sharpest claw.

Outlawing choices, banning the mail,

They're building a prison, and it’s a woman's jail.