As we drove in through the gates
she opened pale cold dry lips and spoke
"So what's the name of the Counselor"
she asked dead casual
"Priya", I said without a pause
and they couldn't see I was moves ahead, even then
So arrogant or just plain dumb
they just didn't envisioned
you have to have an emotional connection
to impact on emotions
and initiate the daft plans they had imagined
they were hoping to hook me into a toxic affair
a mindfuck of frustration and woes
a fish on a bait to be played and reeled around dead-ended
I stayed possum and gave it slack
I toyed a little awhile
read her and them easily
it was a sad reflection of their standards
and of most of their men,
of which they imagined I was similar
hey!  he's a man, isn't he
don't they all carry their brains in their trousers
but, the're men and then there are men
They were later to realize this
anyways, I was bored with nonsensicals
simpletons aiming to play mind games
from this particular brain-washed invader
I pulled the rug and walked away
the other tools are still deluding themselves
bitterly disappointed there were no
plays or stories to decimate
no juicy bits about bbc
that alone, drives them nuts
I am lodged in their heads and blood
they remain fixated and aroused
raving mad like scorned *******
they can't just let me be
its my charisma
mom said I had it
I've always shone