out of place.
frilly lace her saving grace.
freedom is as thin as a…
layer of lace.
can’t wait to berate.
it’s the dominant trait.
the Dominant’s slave
is brave to crave pain.
lace and chains.
bend for the cane bitch,
you will be trained.
bend for the cane.
single skin spliff
come set us adrift
with a wicked weed whiff.
the nature of the sun is to shine.
what’s mine is thine.
mi casa su casa my brother.
after this we can always make another.
If i build a spliff, will it set you adrift?
One pull at a time, you spin the line
of how you share without a care.
The rhyme in my mind is taking its time to unwind.
Being talked to, not with.
You’re only here for my spliff.
But i don’t say that, we all have our needs.
It’s lonely at the bottom, running out of deeds.
To smoke weed or breed?
That was the question!
Asphyxiate, learn to hate.
Hold it in.
Don’t be dirty.
Don’t get shirty with me,
Why do women bleed?!
let’s create equality by making things non-equal.
i don’t believe in fairness or rights…ok… i teach my kid about fairness and rights but how does one thing have more right than another?
i don’t have any real Right to anything but we are taught from a young age to take what is rightfully ours.
every good child on the planet gets a visit from Santa…well…apart from the lost south american tribes. equality and rights. maybe Santa is rascist or something?
women want us all to be equal, well, except on wimmins day.
something about how men are arseholes i think, as if life should be fair.
fair? while there are kids starving in the Third world? i thought earth was the third world? we should be in it together!
fair is when no-one gets a special day…that would be fair.
lets knock all these stupid special days on the head, easter and crimbo included!
i don’t need a calendar to remind me to treat the lil brat or other loved ones!
and remember, all these special days whether fathers or mothers day or gay day (is there a hetrosexual day?), they are thought up by money makers. which is fine if you have money, but then don’t complain that you are treated unfairly, just remember while you eat your choccy or smell your flowers…the starving millions that shit in the communal pond or ditch, fat with malnutrition. where do they get their water from while you drink wine from a crystal glass?
what a wild one with
a fire in her soul
that burns ‘n’ consumes
with no thought of control
so close to salvation
she feels the heat inside
turns her back on those she wants
so to save her pride.
i feel you by my side
can hear you sigh
that i haven’t got life right
ok i know i could try harder
take on the truth of Prabhupada
if only i was smarter
maybe i’m a weak man
though i should be meek man
can’t even quit the weed man
am i wise if i decline
the hand of He who is most sublime
surely this would be a crime
guilty as can be
is all i want or see