We all have that artifact buried deep in our closet,
That object
we refuse to look at or throw away.
We all struggle for a the moment at the mic,
Then once
it’s thrust in our face, we’ve got nothing to say.
We all look down on the downtrodden, such a slob get a job
chase that coin
But homelessness
is the new country club we all join.
(and
it’s free to get in)
We all: ignore our sins, forget our blessings, count our
problems—a bitch can’t solve ‘em?
Think you ought to back that track up and re-revolve ‘em.
A ghetto hoe knows more than Henry A. Kissinger
So who are you to not listen to her? Who are you to strike, dis, and dismiss?
But who is this that makes millions of men quake?
And they lie shaken, not catching a break, in the brilliance
of Your wake
Girl, That Woman’s got diamonds on
the soles of Her shoes.
And when She walks on the backs of
the damned, they get bruised.
That Bitch be askin’, “Who are you to leave them even more abused? “
The Dominatrix That Rules The Matrix, you dudes will rue the
day, she’ll rein with an iron fist
Blow kisses of snow tornadoes and acid rain, you’ll pray to
a God, She knows all prayer to is in vain
Her sun burns brightest, Her fist is tightest, She’ll laugh
at your silly love rainbows,
Scoff at the naïve and the knave, Her womb a grave.
Who’s the sex slave now?!
She’ll remind of the default setting…
While he’s off betting on the Super Bowl and a stagnant
gender role,
She won’t be merely fondling Her hair or setting the table,
She’ll invent new world economies, when She’s able.
The Master of Time has heard of your vine and the fruits
over which you labor,
Since boys, you savor that juice in your women and gin,
Your big Charlie Sheen win, with a thin lightsaber.
But lately your lightsaber’s
bright is getting pretty dim
Against Her night setting in, while you lose your grin and
your skin gets thin, rimmed with yellow
Dear fellow, don’t be any more scared then you’ve made HER.
HER wind will get shriller, the ultimate thriller, and slasher
film…
So much film you’ve ignored for the wrong type of celluloid
What is there to do, when the android has more humanity then
you?
And oh, you ignorant fool!
For declaring that there’s nothing you could do!
And you watched your own demise with soda and fries.
Couldn’t we still BEE so much more?
Or is it now time for Her to invade our shore?
‘Cause you’ve been fracking Her off and She’s kinda pissed
off.
Like a momma who’s had it up to here…
…and all things we’ve made, She could destroy in a
year.
Her body language’s made it abundantly clear.
So maybe it’s time you put down your pizza & beer.
Look, listen, and hear,
We’re all grapes on the same vine,
Only difference between each’s time
Is name, face, birthplace
She is the ultimate landlord
There is no other place else we can go
So instead of tearing the ground apart, perhaps instead we
sew?
And see what we can grow?
Perhaps it will please Her, if we praise and appease Her as
it did in days of old?
Perhaps we have forgotten the stars and the sun, and how to
be one?
In that case, we’re already undone
The leviathans won
Say goodbye to the sun.
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