Around the table, the servants wait for scraps
as the pigs indulge, with ten fingers, and no manners,
and their dogs, kept on a short leash, snarl and gnash,
at any withering soul, who dare say a word
while sickening mockery for the starving echoes from the room.
all the love
that this shit world says I don't deserve to feel
and all these feelings so long repressed
brainwashed right out of me,
by sexual capitalism on TV
was love created just so you could exploit it all?
and on the sidelines, the others never even get a hug?
what kind of a hideous soul is "proud"?
you're not a victim, you're just a pig
yet you think with your gender and manipulation you can get away,
with all the love in the world,
while everyone else is ashamed
WHAT KIND OF WORLD IS THIS?
give all your love, to be a slave;
destroy love, to take power?
when did innocence become such a crime?
and the loss of integrity, "confidence"? is selling out a strength?
when did arrogance and greed become virtues?
while consideration and courtesy, sexism?
macho objectification, respect?
because if I had to choose, I'd still have more respect
for a woman-hating virgin,
than a virgin-hating womanizer
weak souls in competition, known as the strong
as the lonely linger, and rot
and succumb under pressure, just to lose it all
or die alone
but that's just the way it is
there's just no use fighting
are you some kind of backwards moron?
it's a brave new world,
so let's mock and blame the virgins instead
WAS INNOCENCE SUCH A CRIME?
that you had to wear it down every day,
until you rape their whole life away?
a whore is a rapist, worse than a thousand
innocence: a state of experience; not an age
by the only measure of a person,
you are worth the love you give,
not the love you collect, for power.
those you fight to include,
not the losers you exclude
love is the only value a soul could ever have
whore, you are worth less
it's not just some bigotry I say
you are the real loser,
and I won't be made ashamed, to remind you
in your screwed up, backwards crusade
what if the only love you ever recieved was the love you saved?
and the love you claimed, withdrawn?
just as you steal it from them
inner ugliness, worn like a skin
you expose your body
because you're afraid to expose your soul
and with a hundred thousand excuses
you complain, and portray yourself at odds with the predator,
the harrasser, the... seducer?
and what you'll never understand is
we're not all content to just give up so quickly
yet for the crime of naive innocence,
we'll sit in the cold and the refuse,
among the spent condoms and soiled mags,
stewing in the hatred that is our only friend that remains
until all warmth from our hearts fades,
and only a cold rock remains
yet you just go ahead
claim your place at the front of the line
why bother? it's a lost cause
all my words are useless,
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