Emptiness

I cannot for the life of me understand how some
Very pretty women
Actually succumb
To the frailty of men
Is it their bodies and
Their style
And they get the wool pulled over them
Really off the dial

Narcissistic in each cell
Of this vile body mass
Psychopathic to the end degree
In love with themselves
Which fools the vision in the head
And some of you accept this creepy state
Though I see red

I feel sick inside myself of this taunting
And this sin
It’s a really ugly trait
They walk around in that skin
May be they are fit and muscular
But the organs they display
Are packed with immorality
Arse lickers all the way

But courting revanchism
It’s their inner policy
That ingratitude that intolerance
They show vindictively
To listen to those heartfelt
Almost breathless cries that say
Help me I am desperate
Unctuously I play

To all that sentient nonsense
The ardour and the charm
The passion that’s in fashion
That can and does such harm