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.
wyrdwind 