This Sick Reality
If only all the people of the world were
Sensitive new age androgenous bisexuals

See the men, rough and sweaty
Playing football in the field
Justifying their grunting mindlessness by
Giving it a name
Later, beating up a fag for kicks
Later, speaking of the act of making love
As �raping their bitches�
Never knowing love
Never remembering tenderness
Insulting their own mothers with
Every breath they take

The worst of them are the so called civilized ones
Those who live by the Holy Bible
Who, after a lifetime
Of indoctrinated prejudices now truly believe
That a woman�s place is in the kitchen
That the Jews and homosexuals should have all died
That they actually live the word of God by hating
In this sick reality, men soil the banner of Chivalry
To raise themselves above womankind

And rightly so
For what are women, these days, but mindless
Directionless airheads
See them gathered together like a bunch of she-monkeys
Picking lice off each other, and chittering, chattering
See her swapping gossip and nail polish,
Believing that her whole world consists of nothing
But showing off her new dress, and shopping,
And comparing her latest boy toy to the one before that
They bitch, they backstab, and they have no clue,
No ambition past being crowned Prom queen
Or marrying some rich and handsome guy
They believe themselves to be the weaker sex
And, if, as a result of that, their
Sisters suffer eons of oppression
Then who are they to blame, delicate, helpless
Creatures that they are.

Call me cynical,
But these men and woman deserve each other:
Marriage is already a farce.



� Lishesque
7:08 pm 12th July 2004
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