I listen, I listen, I try to learn.
But the problem is, your trying to turn.
I know which cis is making a miss,
and I know whats bliss when faced with a kiss.
Dont you pray and in-my-tel,
Another day where the suns a spell.
Either point will make a diff,
Cause scorning cause more than just a biff.
So we go to war, heads held high,
scorning the earth as the place to die.
I dont know why – you tell me hi.
All I know, is that our peeps do fry.
Opposite, adjacent and circumplex,
Something someone will have to fix.
You fractioned, you chase,
you even left your race.
Now dont complain, that I reign in the pace.
Neo, New, yes, even Metoo.
Something I’d swap for the matching shoe.
The Older – tradition, a steeped pre condition.
Make up your mind, were all getting leven.
so over the seas to own all those waves,
now its aviatrition thats fallen to gays.
So when you feel like a itsy bitsy bitty,
Think Fuddy duddy willy nilly crazy gone bonkers do diddy.
Under constant request
apart from the rest,
I’m updating this page
to stop the pest.
Don’t ask me
as I don’t care,
I understand that
the worlds not fair.
But in a moment
and without delight,
somethings bound
to give a fright.
wouldn’t you know
it averages right,
with a fifty three percentile
tilting in flight.
So its not much of a higher ground,
with the moral quandary of those affected by sound.
the scratching movements against the skin,
bones are hearing and grin within.
Now please stop with your passive aggression,
your galvanizing layering and heady assumption.
If the men could address the probs of the past.
the women could plan, and ensure we don’t fast.
Genuflecting leaps and bowing subordinates,
flaming hoarses with inordinate co-ordinates.
obfuscating justice over advancing function,
collateral damage lays within each junction.