Have you wondered why
dicks are like Medusa's hair
You eradicate one from society
and two more grow,
right fucking there
What gives us the right
to steal your colour
and paint our ego
while we have an orgasm or two
keeping you in mind
The snakes ran wild today once again,
more victims and body trails,
more testosterone to fuel
and more lust to fulfil
Don't be fooled; we need saving.
There are demons running around,
the obvious ones
while all our idols
are falling around us, unhinged,
and unaccounted for
Every shred of good
greeted with hordes of bad
Screams unacknowledged, unheard,
and misinterpreted
We live in a place,
where a cry for help is
heard as a sexual moan
and the yelp from a spank
makes the demon groan
What is this place even
where men cheat, lie, betray,
abuse, exert and dominate
and all for what
for sex, and to penetrate?
I'm a man, and when I feel sexual,
food answers the desire well.
Distraction is key
we don't break a wall when we're angry, after all.
Take a stand today,
mighty shoes you have, to fill
For there's only so long that you can try
and tame their beast
after which point, you have to kill.
Did a little collaboration using artwork by a graphic designer for inspiration, with the hope that words and visuals together go a long way.
