Okay, okay,
Enough scribbling
About old flames,
Old friends,
All the analogies to death,
E.R. runs, hospices,
Palliatives, Vision Nursing Homes,
Black gloves and lilies,
Suicides and terrorists.
Enough of that
Already.
Now,
What's left to theme about?
Just love.

Don't tell me equality exists and feminism is unnecessary.
Have you listened to a rap song lately? Women are not dolled up *** toys with their only purpose being for a 'man' to put their **** in them
they are misunderstood universes collateral and filled with intricate differences
they are unique
they have just as much right as you to turn down ***
they are not frigid or a 'tease'
maybe they're not in the mood to be violently penetrated
Just because women are free spirited and strong enough to glide above buildings
it doesn't give you the right to refer to them as birds

We've got a red white and blue bloodlust
For the drips
from the slits
in the wrist
Of Ms. Statue of Liberty

Miss America
Covered in capitalist pigs blood
camouflaged as corn syrup
whispering bitter somethings
to the diabetic nation
that broke her sweet-heart

They'll give her something
to fill her wounds
And add insult to
Self-inflicted injuries

in flashes of light
our arrogance
under-shadows
our destiny

She’ll overcome us
in her apotheosis  

She’ll come
back around harder
next time

When she finally comes for us