Deceived in men
and seeking
no revenge
Pleasure machine betrayed
by hypocrisy´s hounds
their howling hordes
come knocking on my door
crushed in the mud
like flies
or summer pests
by men mediocre
and their willing slaves
After they tasted the fruit
to hear them swear
"she was a temptress"
to see the fundamental lie
and feel no need
to protest
innocence