In the time of the child activist

Children teaching children
who then teach the adults
tell them how the world works
and what we all should want
peace, love and equality
oppressive systems dismantled at all cost
but they don’t know what a payment is
or how these victories are wrought
children know of child things
adults remember well
remember what it was like
living in youths shell
children teaching children
who then teach the adults
who listen without flinching
or giving second thought
everything is perfect
when seen through child eyes
but when they all grow up
they will regret this time
children are just children
adults should always protect
when children teach the adults
the adults choose to forget
that children are just children
and when we fail them so
the world will burn so gloriously
so hopeless and so alone.


Bubbles make the world go round

Bubbles pop
and then they ooze
drop that acid that turns blue
everything is crystal clear
drive into the diamonds
the red pool near
bubbles pop
and then there’s fire
purple flames that burn the tires
as we drive down blackest road
the bubbles pop
the world explodes

In the smoke

forget to move
everything you do
you remove
the good,
the bad,
the ugly too
all of it
in full view
like a flower
the color calls
you watch yourself-
you do no wrong
turn the pages,
form the mobs
burn the bridges
now you move on

public shaming

Pray to the demons
you’ve nothing left
grace is beyond you
or so you’ve said
you find no fault here
though tears do well
nightmares plague you
you’re trapt in hell
so why not now drown
and show your hand
you’re only as powerful
as the mob you’ve fed

Collectively ill

We’ve chosen sides
we love divides
a generation’s worth
of self loathing and hurt
everybody’s just another victim
the game here is that no one
wants to fix them
everybody loves their bitter memories
we cling to a polarized history
and drown ourselves in sorrows
a cynical tomorrow-a future bathed in blood
and tragedy
everybody loves all the mayhem and fun
caused by unnecessary horror
we pretend it’s much worse than before
that even the good should abhor
but we’ve chosen sides
we love to divide
so the lies we believe just bring comfort
don’t want to wake up-just continue to sleep
the world is on fire but our beds are warm
we love choosing sides
and playing victims
because playing at life is entertaining
realizing you’re dying is just aging
and nobody likes wrinkles anyways

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.

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.


The rich will act
as wealth don’t matter
all of it the same
then they will tell you
all the factors
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…