Learning to count

One two three
we sing, we sing
and sing
everything has lost
all meaning.
Four five six
we like our lies
and tricks
we sing, sing, sing
until we kill our dreams.
Seven eight nine
we can’t even own a rhyme
we just talk about our time
and sing about our lies
actions are just words
your accounting is absurd.
Ten eleven twelve
you don’t know of hell
just in your little world
you can’t sing this verse.
Thirteen fourteen fifteen
everything went missing
and we just keep on tripping
down the hole we dug
live your life delusional
keep yourself nontraditional
and deconstruct the universe
next the numbers come
as birds.

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No country for old men

What is it that you want?
What battles have you fought?
No justice in your sights
just screaming at the night
you got hush money
but now you want something?
Won’t take him to court
but you’ll speak out for support
not just in cheers and praise
of course you want to get paid
pretending to be the hero
when you gave in to fear though
you lot are just cowards
women for themselves
you fed others to the beast
but now you condemn the crowd
for all the silence money bought
you made your choices
justice you forgot.

Pandering

The rich will act
as wealth don’t matter
all of it the same
then they will tell you
all the factors
contributing
to your pain
but cash in hand
gets more than laughter
bravery will get you killed
but when you live inside the castle
you don’t know how the
impoverished feel.

Lena and the sacrificial Lamby

Only the best mothers do
what it is that you would not
you see protecting you from harm
might mean they harm a lot
for when the day is done
and all her resources gone
you will end up returned
to where you truly belong.
All the money in the world
a shelter a better home
a dog is just a toy you see
not a child born
but Lena Dunham flips the script
a different recollection
of abusive events
before and after snap shot tense
she claims trainers, lessons and money spent,
but four years of training-
never a muzzle?
no, this loving mother
thought it too much trouble
to give her little Lamby
anymore attention
so she did what we now must
give a little mention
back to where he came from
that is where she sent him
just a special chance
at a postnatal abortion.

anita sarkeesian

Flipping the script
a woman lacking integrity and wit
making the rest of us look like idiots
she’s a bully, manipulative feminist
using her gender to get out of it
this is a female who uses her tits
just a Katy Perry though much less famous…

Understand this

I need, I need, I need
to get across this theme
of everything we breed
encases something sinister.
That nothing is as pure
as my truth and word
all these lived experiences
shed light on these entanglements
the dark web of my true regret-
the message clear
you’re malcontent.
I need, I need, I need
to make you truly see
that though our plates may seem
equal in entirety-
that we are all the same-
you can’t make that claim
you just play their game.
I am the one in need-
give me your understanding
that we are not equals
for I’m the realest victim of you all.

 

diagnosis accepted

I woke up in a world I’ve lost
closed my eyes now down is up
nothing is as what it seems
cloud of smoke and brain disease
mindlessness and stupidity
led by ego and delusional thinking
grandiose but un-diagnosed
at least not properly.

When I went to sleep,
when I laid my bed,
I knew the sky was blue
and blood not the color red
when I was sleeping- dreaming ever sound
my own diagnosis was settling
down, down, down, down, down
but eyes wide open-the world is flat
am I an animal, maybe a cat?

I woke up and the world turned wrong-blinked but once all logic has gone
but if this is healthy-what the fuck is normal?
If this world is stable-how am I diagnosable?

Emotional warfare

And she will play the frail one
bat her lashes and sigh
she will tell you stories
of horrors that haunt her mind
she will play the victim
fighting back so strong
she will play her cards right
you will see no wrong.
She will speak in feelings
appeal to your heartstrings
she will wear oppression like her finery
everything about her
screams someone come save me
and like a wounded animal
she tricks those who trust too readily.
And she will take your home
your power and who you said you’d be
but you will see no wrong
a woman has done the gas lighting-
I use this term quite wrong
but ignorance is the language she speaks.

 

On top and him

I am weak
so infantile
you’re words trick
so filled with guile
power of the stronger sex
to catch the prey that doth protest
break their pretty little necks
move on to next contest
I’ll throw myself into the game
but never take the blame
for we are judged quite equally
but I am fragile
oh so weak
you have done so wrong to me
but I will scream and cry and weep
while you take the luxuries I reaped.
In the past and back again
thought the equal it would lend
to the fairer sex unmet
from the lower on top of him.

Ants vs Wasps

We are not equal
not one in the same
you see the difference
is not as innate
as in skin color, or
the way that you pray
the difference is in
how you get paid
you’ve got the bling bling
I’ve got the pain.
We are not equal
not one in the same
you can afford the lies
on display
you don’t know the difference
living day to day
you don’t know the meaning
of living just for pay
you don’t know the meaning
of working poor or debt
you don’t know the truth
behind your politics.