The soap sisters drop their doe-eyes
Too soon and pretty on the noses,
The way they sniff at their sisters
All in the race for big house power
High-ceilinged and chandeliered.
Creepy music is suited to villainy.
As they pull female legs, in music,
Around mustachioed landlordism.
They are sisters up against sisters.
They are now in plush boardrooms
In their fight against their sorority
All for sons, fathers and husbands
Not against male tyranny, but for it.
They would even check for stomachs
Big with sorority, to finish it all off
Much before it will scream in the air.
(About woman stereotypes in Indian T.V. soaps)