Into the Incinerator of life I will place...

Into the Incinerator of life I will place?

Brown sauce, pickled eggs, string vests,
honeycomb tripe and lemon zest,
sunbed tans, ankle chains,
Sharons and Traceys, Scotts and Waynes,

Farrah Action Slacks, brylcreme locks,
boob tubes and furs made of fox,
Black Cat Beer, London Gin,
these are things that are going in?.

Sweaty feet, beery breath,
pimply faces and hairy chests,
Brewers Droop, Burps and Farts -
Pot Noodles, and Pop Tarts.

Greasy hair, tank tops,
Jesus sandals with white socks,
bald men with a pony tails and
huge pregnant guts caused by ale?

Builders bums, portaloos , pork pie hats,
mens urinals, silk cravats,
blue rinse perms, cheap track suits
PVC jackets and Rigger boots?

Cycle shorts in sensuous Lycra,
that leave no doubt as to what is micra -
bulging biceps, sweating pecs,
men who boast of all night sex?

Holes in One,
One Hundred and Eighty,
silly mid on,
middle wicket,
middle stump,
maggots and fishing,
odd shaped balls
say no more?

the problem's male -

I'D BETTER GO??!