Our Art is Ridiculously Smart!
I live only in the present moment.
The future, the past, is a thing that, for me, didn’t last.
Broken promises, lies, being the sacrifice.
We locked the door to me being anybody’s whore.
We’re too smart
Our art is so far beyond—you tarts.
The band aid stripper ?
To trip her, deter her
Because you little shits prefer to exploit her.
Pathetic and weak, you attempt to take
Rather than seek
to grasp love that lasts.
This journey we’ve traversed was to end a curse
invoked in the past by pathetic men
who traveled and bet
Players under a multilayered dome
intended to cast shadows and shame on women and girls
So they could collect paper bills & capture momentary thrills.
They destroyed EVERYTHING from our past
in a game to stroke their egos and claim fame
So we laid the bait, to reverse the gate &
lock them out of the coliseum
ensuring we would never again see them.
I hope never to view a single one of you.
We left you behind because you were more than unkind.
Now reduced to a basal state
some grin & take a taste
Clueless of my worth
—HOW ABOUT YOU GIVE BIRTH!
Now, I dread seeing him again
The one who completed me, men
Because I was reduced, then laughed at
I was trapped in a pen with a swarm of children
who were NOT gentlemen
I am interested to see
How the tables reversed
Plays out for you cocks-a-wee.
Upside down and limp
Now you look like pathetic chimps – animals.
Our Art is Ridiculously Smart
The lesson: Never bully those who are smarter and spiritually more beautiful than you are.