Walks dutifully in

A wolf in sheep’s clothing walks dutifully in
she smiles for cameras and erases her sins
she grins like a viper and defends those who lie
for a wolf in sheep’s clothing must keep getting by
smiles at the thought she’s saving the world
the wolf has been feasting and setting the rules
you can’t correct her or shame what she did
but you can attack the dead like Rose McGowan
a wolf in sheep’s clothing fights monsters while blind
thinks she’s a hero but the devil’s in mind
a wolf in sheep’s clothing stripped down to the nine
she beckons one forward with smiles and keeps
only the delusions that she knows what she speaks
a wolf on the prowl supports liars and cheats
for little Rose McGowan regrets warming bed sheets

Twist the heart

Twist the myths
rewrite the rhymes
we all forget
just a matter of time
falling into what might have been
a time when we were better kept
twist the memories so young
rewrite the victories already won
and take back what you once gave up
twist it all and break the bones
no logic left
just feel the purpose
everyone can shed a tear
never true feeling just lending an ear
and so we twist and churn our hearts
don’t remember being torn apart

Dreaming ourselves to death

Tick tock
everything is falling
apart
down the cookie
crumbles
broken
is the clock
everybody’s running
this is the new spot
we can’t think for nothing
we don’t know ourselves
we redefine our genders
support unstable health
delusions get supported
we teach dysphoria in droves
everybody’s happy
but no one really knows
everybody’s crying
claiming it’s from joy
but nobody has realized
we’ve lost what makes us fly
everybody’s safe here
and that’s all that we want
we don’t need for nothing
we keep the training wheels on
tick tock
the world goes numb
everyone’s better
when we don’t feel much.

biology is physical

I am
a biological female
a true born spilt tale.
I am
not some kind of feeling
not a state of delusional thinking.
I am
whatever the fuck I say I am
masculine or feminine
I am woman
and I made peace with it.
I am
a biological female
born with a cunt
so I didn’t have to get one.
I am
also pretty crazy
been delusional-
gender dysphoric and maybe
even thinking I
I might not be a lady
but I am who I am
and trans ideology
can’t change me.

The mysteries of gender dysphoria

Misinformation is vile
professionalism is dead
all the research you’ve twisted
all the people you’ve misled
with all that psychobabble
and all that ego praise
making gender dysphoria
a product-a ticket to acclaim
it’s actually rather common
though typically is just a phase
it can lead to delusional thinking
if it doesn’t go away
it accounts for outcomes
without twisting data
to add your name
it’s already a subcategory
connected to a state
of anxiety
in all its various forms
it comes with stress,
hormonal changes,
and existing mood disorders
you really do disservice
when you mystify a problem.

Lady on the cliff

She waits in white
upon a cliff
sounds of waves
crashing under it
hair as black as
heart is dead
her lover gone
and liver spent
she waits for him
but it is said
the one she loves
did not cross oceans

Spring

Lilac flowers, silk soft skies,
milk in coffee
I’ve lost my mind
life on wires
feet soles bleed
pay no mind to the likes
of me
dropped on head-soft spot dead
outta my crib no signs of death
aged like wine burning and sweet
blend of reds
I’ll bath your feet
tired in cotton, candy dreams die-
congratulations on wedding vow lies
perfect happy endings
and fairytale leaves, orange tea leaf
blossoms and cyanide deeds.