Toxic femininity She’s not going to do it better She’s going to tell you You’re doing it all wrong Mansplaining quite a blessing When superiority comes not in deeds But in pitiful pleads
Domination by guilt Seduction through shame You will confide to her your greatest pain She will say you’ve misunderstood again
But I’ve been wronged you’ll plea But you’re always wrong she’ll explain endlessly She’ll say exactly how You should feel about your day Distract minimize redirect Manipulate you with lies Until your mind is fried And your tongue is tied
Everyone agrees The whole crew, tribe, family It’s just YOU!
Swallow your tears She demands Run the gauntlet She’ll scream Then you might get to kiss our ring again
Diamonds finely cut she needs Or smirks you’ll still receive Tragic as it is you say As she promises you A fine fruitcake On another day All the while making you wish You were somehow magically gay
Thorned beauties of civil disobedience Reveal your mysteries Through pricks of blood How your scent seduces Your shades beguiling eyes Your petals whispering Your pollen nourishing But especially The simple way you Keep predators at bay
Here are a few of our thorny Resistance warriors, well worth a visit:
“As you might be pulling out your hair over such inspiring good news, with local venues, corporate monstrosities, and colleges and universities telling you and your loved ones that you must be poked to enter their hallowed halls of illness, dismay, stupidity, lies, propaganda, absurdities, and any information designed to end your ass, there are avenues opening where you can say…’oh yeah, fuck off with your bullshit’, and back up your talk with solid shit like this: Form for Students Attending Colleges or Universities Requiring Covid-19 Injections – via coreysdigs.com Form for Employees Whose Employers Are Requiring Covid-19 Injections – via coreysdigs.com Vaccines and the Law – via americasfrontlinedoctors.org The ground work for each of us is there. All that is needed, is to realize that these government and corporate dopes, are nothing more than the bullies you encountered back in high school – and all that is needed to end their tyranny, is a back bone – which God, Mother Earth, or the Committee of Dolphins who started this circus, imparted to you upon birth.”
Decker offers up a musical selection after every post, but I don’t have such knowledge for that, and don’t wish to be an exact copycat, so we offer instead a funny face.
Life extension more crucial than life intention The high elevated past the sigh The spring delegated to the step Death pretension usurps God’s invention
So fitting the jokers poke the setting Sucking fun from battlement losts Spurring laughs from the abject dafts Sweating magnificent obelisks wetting
Strutting like ambulatory prions or Windsor peons Wafting in the surge of basic bitches Singing perils as joyful witches
Milling about among Egyptian craters Claiming your space larger than cryptic criers Grasping at claims by abject liars Building on fames of moon-swept baiters
Fulfilling the dreams of ancestral vampires Projecting a screen of mastery Dancing a dream of bombastery Exploiting the human joy of desires
Presenting as Lords Ready and willing to destroy Over the hoards Setting yourself as decoy While still in deep bow to your Government
The poet creeps through passing time The painter sweeps up every rhyme The crafter weaves a vein of gold As musician strikes the molten load
Descending together Tight on their collective tether Marking all celestial signs Looping ‘cross forbidden lines
Troubadours pine on resinous lies Dancers key on resonant chimes Together tapping on infinite schisms Gifting follies from dichotomous derisions
The muse resides there below Forever chirping ‘bout her great glow In a bottomless pit with ghouls fervently lurking But from time to time, when her mood’s just fine She’ll let you escape With a tiny sip and solid lift As her canaries each morning Sing last notes as you’re climbing
In the abyss frauds will linger How could they not? When fawning clowns sense their rot Clawing, snorting, taking by force Palpably disconnected from true source
Spreading their filth, collecting their souls Their lives but tasks beneath flimsy masks Hardly miners at all merely flees and ticks Surface parasites painlessly flicked
Away, just as you should To chime and feel fine at How tight is your line When to the light you emerge to Find your home in the shade Of all the treasures you’ve made With all those tiny sips saved
From infinite journeys below and above Viewing specks of stars through the leaves Marching ants through the trees Fields of flowers full of bees Igniting Infinite Creative sparks of spring
Those of the miners’ great faith dream At work all through time and space The artist as witness of divinity’s trace Forever re-pollinating our Universal case
The lie did bow that deep Down even deeper than the root Five score, maybe more Valentines in vain
Show me anyway The tiniest hairs remain like Star flakes raining Creating leaf cakes glazing Hearts in rosy butter and Hallmark clutter
Lie more pretty still Pepper then mint me Sing my praises in chocolate nibs Through marshy mazes
Play the lyres licking begging, kissing As liars kicking My heart in Eternal echo
Or, lay down your lies Let Atlas shrug Find your sweet relief At last between my Physic-psyche flow Souls at once aglow Grasping not at passing straws Captured wills Rippling, diffusing, disintegrating In the dragon’s claws
Show me your electro-magnetic rainbow The strongest threads The thickest webs Grasped in bitterest despair While you stay stoic Gasping for air
Show me how best is your worst In a grand but joyless burst So I may bake your claims into pies And serve them up Smothered in lies
