The war of words- the world falls down
The world at war- the words of clowns
‘War’s absurd’ were words we thought
But words of world war,
We were taught
To celebrate aggression- emulate oppression
Macho-man, Empire and cultural repression
Or
Feminine or Feminist
A slave or one defiant
Gender roles, Juxtaposed, between dishonour and compliance.
‘Effeminate men’- homosexuals, stereotyped as ‘weak’
The ‘less than them’, kept down again- so no one hears them speak.
Distribution of labour
Rich, straight white man favoured
Again and again
As they do themselves favours
From the utmost peak at the very, very top
From where it is decided what you have and haven’t got
And then they leave you to rot
As you watch
Six pack, Sport star, Action heroes
That act as your guide to truth
And the pageant bimbo Barbie dolls,
The aim of your pursuit
You can get to the prom if you’re one of ‘the ones’
But if Cinders to ashes falls you will surely Miss the ball
But there is hope for those that are less than perfect
The none elite geek and freak elect
(It begins on page one of my new best cellar rant):
“Self help for Psycho’s and Sycophants”
It goes
Know this:
You can be anything you want to be and do anything you wanna fucking do.
Why fear breaching borders when you’re the only person, ever, that is gonna be you?
How much will you compromise to be mindlessly, endlessly compartmentalised?
Don’t EVER let the fuckers tell you what is and isn’t real
Disrepair and damage is epitomised and actualised in the loneliness and hopelessness that you feel.
The grail that you seek is false hope for the weak,
It unfolds to fools gold in a story of the meek.
Barcode marks the spot for the treasure that you’ve got
Cheaply made produce from the toil of sweat shops
How much pain can your heart taste before it wilfully implodes?
How much can hope be worn from your soul before it finally erodes?
Once hope is destroyed all that remains is a sick and twisted mind.
An angry, insane nihilist without love or peace or faith or charity to find
Why should you feel inadequate for the things you don’t possess?
Or because you aren’t Adonis breed- or too big to fit into a dress
A Diverse, Disaffected, Disabled, Dysfunctional, Minority?
Will you fit into roles that they impose at the cost of your autonomy?
A legitimate object of pity
A problem to be solved
A piece of meat, served to order- a decision in which you’re not involved?
Well, that’s all folks!
No! It isn’t a joke,
The free sample’s over and gone
If you want anymore just visit the store
@ www.amazon
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