wyrdwind

Night Hag

Ha ha empowerment

is that what you call it

lick the bars of your cage

spittin’ bars bits on display

Sephora clown face

b-b-but I gowt paywd

stand next some wimpy ass

tenor in a t-shirt duet

like you two the same.

I said what I said,

oh you keep it covered?

Some bullshit funeral shroud,

God or Allah who gives a fuck,

can’t keep your house in check

simperin’ over some big man’s book,

deep throatin’ a cross,

what’s that sis?

Can’t fuckin’ hear ya.

Gods forbid you have daughters,

the fuck you even teach them?

Mamas on Two-X Preppers

stockpilin’ Plan B cause they seen

what happen to Ukraine, cause men

all men

got a loaded gun in their pants

and they can only understand

self defense after the fact,

think a baby is the only

permanent consequence,

turn your flesh into a prison,

a desecrated temple instead of fight back,

take it, here’s a hint if you can manage

through your cowardice,

takes less than two minutes

to choke a man to death,

go rear naked, you’re on the right track

if his breath rattlin’ and clabberin’,

do not permit him to beg.

You owe your daughters that.

Blunt Instrument

I ask

how far are you willin’ to go

for that belief? Do you believe

a woman has the right inviolate

to live free? To stand up and expect

pleasure from her men? Respect?

That’s a world we don’t live in

without violence. Full stop. Dead

silence. Don’t make me drop stats.

Not a country on this Earth withstands

this kegel clench, birth rate in our hands,

crush its fuckin’ windpipe, I’ve had enough

of men speakin’ for several lifetimes,

p-p-population decline,

b-b-but I’m a good guy,

3C maybe we’ll survive,

bred a sea of baritones ’cause well,

that’s what the goddess likes,

and all they do is spout nonsense,

puff their chests and lie,

dinky paper-pushin’ Xys, no cap,

he’s a tiny guy, they wrote it down

oh wow must be civilized,

ladies, ladies, change takes time,

the world’s oh so scawy outside

these lines. The-the economy,

lil boy holdin’ his GD pee pee,

it’s all about paper money see?

Never mind the price.

Chooser of the Slain

Here’s a bitter pill,

or better here’s a pie,

sweet yew berries sans seeds,

spit the arils all spittoon ping,

most the people in prison

shouldn’t be there, ping,

prisons are little better, barely more

than concentration camps, isolation

and social death are forms of torture,

and then of course the slave labor,

m-m-made in America,

ping,

they never serve the people,

only the parasites in power, ping,

gonna need more than black walnut,

more than wormwood hun, be shittin’

your whole intestines into that pot,

justice is never somethin’ you outsource,

want a man gone from sight forever?

That decision’s yours if you got guts

enough to swallow. That’s the flavor

of a big girl. They know well enough

what a woman is when they wanna rape one,

they’ll string your corpse up on the off chance

it’s a son,

brain dead or mentally impaired matters not,

they’ll get you with child while droolin’ bed bound,

man drugs his wife and lets the whole town

in on the fun, top bottom rich to poor,

even the ones declined didn’t try

to make it stop.

If you slit all their throats right now,

bled ’em dry just because,

that’s a net positive, world peace,

look me in the fuckin’ eyes

and deny, tell me I’m wrong.

Those men shoved women and girls down

to evacuate Afghanistan,

oh they know all about sloppy pull out,

girls committin’ suicide on video

’cause they’ve lost all hope,

only light left in their sweet eyes

at the end of tunnel, fuck all you Abrahamics,

and bitch I ain’t Catholic

so miss me with that guilt trip, I’m captain

of the fuckin’ ghost ship, welcome

to your final destination, men’s dread

my favorite lubricant,

ugly ass billy goat backbirths

sayin’ girls can’t go to school or leave the house,

dumpin’ ’em in unmarked graves, just ditches,

honor killins,

ravagin’ child brides c-c-cause Pwophet Muhhamed,

throwin’ acid on her face ’cause she showed it,

buncha coulda-shoulda-been abortions,

ladies, ladies, it’s not too late,

I’m pro-choice at any stage,

if there’s really a paradise full o’ virgins

I hope it’s all men, eternal torment,

human centipede sick, go gag

and take it up the ass ’til you’re splattered carbon,

I hope it feels like razor blades both ends,

point is point is,

don’t you ever just

wanna go ape shit?

If he ask ’bout that ditch he up against,

tell him your mama said.

No Uncertain Terms

Gosh you might’ve guessed,

I don’t do passive aggression,

here’s the line toe it or else,

ain’t do this shit for my health,

ain’t needlessly direct it’s about

honor, chivalry, my position is

so you know where to stand,

I’ll announce the once to be fair,

you were warned.

Ladies he’s doin’ it on purpose,

he wouldn’t do it to another man,

wouldn’t do it to bear, stop talkin’,

walkin’ yo fool ass in pigeon circles

chasin’ crumbs of communication

meet him in the middle nah bitch

that’s where traffic is, only pea brains

and class traitors chase dick.

That castle weren’t built on love,

that’s all leverage and bondage,

that’s right I kinkshame, who benefits

when men ejaculate to pain? Submission?

Don’t fool yourself,

dominatrix ain’t flipped script,

mind those fuckin’ neural paths,

if he don’t like the way your pussy smell,

he don’t like sex,

thinks she ain’t got hair, thinks

to stick it in before you’re drippin‘ wet,

sweatin’ yo foundation with a bald cat,

fixin’ get a yeast infection that’s assumin’

he even bothers to pet that.

Don’t take him to mount

if he don’t got a lick o’ sense

about his mouth an’ hands,

if you gotta sit there teach him

get trainin’ wheels an’ a bib,

man can’t suck a crawdad

don’t even know what butter is

asks you where the seasonins

don’t know a fuck thing ’bout the kitchen

in the house you both live in.

Shout Out Circe

Now, I don’t hate men

all evidence the contrary,

what I despise is weakness

masqueradin’ as strength,

an’ they playin’ big mans on the holodeck

while women get arthritis in they hips an’ backs

all fap fap fap while fuck ass agent orange

shits himself on live broadcast. Don’t worry,

we won’t escalate, we’ll record diligently

as they drag our neighbors away, execute

civilians in broad daylight, how unserious

that ice, learned nothin’ off George Floyd

who cried out for his mama

right before he died. How many more

beyond your line of sight? Keep sayin’ guys

let’s do this right, N-N-Nuremberg trials,

bitch where the rest them Nazis go?

They saw us and took notes.

Police don’t arrest their own.

They’re all just pigs playin’ dress up,

turned it all into a swamp, a basement,

an’ you got your tits out servin’ hot pockets,

bendin’ over turnin’ cheeks, put ’em over the knee,

wield the only language they speak, ain’t respect,

I told you mind the fuckin’ leverage, the number one

goal of every virus

is reproduction.

Kingmaker

Ever notice how they always

want you hold their guns?

Like please ma’am this my young son

AR Custom, alterations highly illegal,

if you could just put a few rhymes,

welcome him to the family,

don’t ask how I somehow always

end up with a whole ass armory,

didn’t drop a cent my own money,

thing ’bout AZ love or hate,

we got castle doctrine on steroids,

these parts stand your ground means

you under no obligation to deescalate,

invasion of public or private space

means shoot first questions later,

prison? Jail? Nah, jury of your peers,

been firearms on every kitchen table

I ever been served at, see my dilemma,

for all I prefer songbirds and love

Mr. Bang Bang’s here make certain

this stays a friendly conversation

between friends, full disclosure, ain’t subtle,

and men well, they’re excitable creatures

and all they really really want

is a woman rile ’em up and point ’em

in a direction, girl,

if he was gonna pick some strings instead,

hit those husky notes gets you rabid in bed,

woulda done by now, field’s just ’bout barren,

so if you any kinda woman grown

mean to do a thing about our lot, this monocrop,

you gotta saddle up, gods ain’t dealt

a mild mannered pack mule, that’s a warhorse,

thick thighs ride the chaos, mean business, a king

is just the man whose face you sit on.