| 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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