Emblematic trousers

So wear your emblematic trousers
Take the high ground
Do I care ?
Bisect my Abba mantras
Lease the tortoise
Life aint fair
If it were, I'd have a
Stealth switch
To enlighten you to me
Scales would be negotiable
Men buy one get one free
Adonis'es would crumble
To the depths of my commands
A forty-eight hour day ensue
Three legs, ten minds, soft hands
Clothes would be disposable
And fair inflate from canisters at will
There'd be an alien species formed
And gender approbation pill
There'd be issue boxed and posted
From a central skyward store
Obligatory nuptial preview
And a last word female law
Toilet seats would recognise
The user and request
String would castigate its victim
Should he dare to wear a vest
There'd be offspring raised on islands
No boats, no planes, no phone
Ego stems, no zips or hems
A genial husband clone
A stepford husbands paradise
Of shopping, lunch and perk
So wear your emblematic trousers
I'm not at all convinced they work.