She hugs the trunk of an Elephant
\nA smile across her face
\nFramed by her victims ivory
\nTusks
\nAnd she a vile disgrace<\/p>\n
The role of women in this world
\nSweet catalysts of life
\nPictured here as murdering scum
\nSupported by wrath and strife<\/p>\n
Of someone else’s taxes
\nSomewhere along the way
\nIn the tedium of insipidity
\nShe makes another pay<\/p>\n
An elephant she clutches
\nShe cuddles and brings it to
\nHer bosom what a charlatan
\nAs joylessness does ensue<\/p>\n
And, no mortification
\nFor a well paid stuck up bitch
\nWho abuses her true station
\nOn the planet she does pitch<\/p>\n
Her automatic rifle
\nAgainst a majestic soul
\nCreating in its kingdom
\nA purgatorial hole<\/p>\n
Where all it’s friends and family
\nTheir hearts now have to go
\nLamenting now forever
\nFor each of them does know<\/p>\n
Their enchanted friend
\nIs entering the rainbow bridge
\nAnd he
\nWill be there now apart from them
\nFor all eternity<\/p>\n
She this bloody psychopath
\nCut down a life force who
\nShe watched and heard it trumpet it’s last trumpet
\nAs they do <\/p>\n
she heard it crash down violently
\nSending dust into the sky
\nShe should have felt it’s heart beat
\nLike a drum on high<\/p>\n
But she was so in ego
\nLook at what I have done
\nMe yes me the beauty
\nLook how. I get my fun<\/p>\n
Hiding like a bandit
\nA strumpet in distress
\nFiring a rotten rifle
\nCreating such a mess<\/p>\n
Taken out by velocity
\nBy a conniving arse
\nWho has the gall to lay beside
\nThe vanquished in the grass<\/p>\n
Showing off her fucking watch
\nAnd bangles in the sun
\nYes you bitch we see them and where is your gun?
\nYour pitiless rejection for womanhood, my plea
\nIs that whatever heart you have
\nIt stops now instantly<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
She hugs the trunk of an Elephant A smile across her face Framed by her victims ivory Tusks And she a vile disgrace The role of women in this world Sweet catalysts of life Pictured here as murdering scum Supported … Continue reading