I sit by the window Staring out with hope Gloomy face eyes low Captive in this castle A solitary dreamer Waiting for the one Riding with her sword My dauntless damsel To rescue me away far-far away from this deranged world
I wonder though What amuses you more Am I less of a man Or do you doubt A woman's valour Capable of Creating Life in her **** Open your petty mind Break thy stereotypes Crush the misogyny Prove to the feminine soul Chivalry isn't dead anymore
As it should be, for the greatest honor one can achieve in being chivalrous is dying chivalrous (a loyal death for a loyal cause) but where is loyalty in leaving behind everything one swore to protect?
Chivalry, synonymous to blind loyalty, is man always achieving perfection in all ways man can in order to achieve the satisfaction of the greatest state of being he can be in: Loyal--- to the Lady, to the King; to the Lord, but never loyal to that loyalty as if being loyal is an excuse to transcend into a separate reality that asks no more than the least of a person's life who would give so much.
Chivalry is blind loyalty to the blinding offer of honored dignity (of death with dignity); of offered death and dignity. Dignified, justified; dying in order to be satisfied in leaving behind the thing that one is terrified to lose because a blind man is never terrified to choose honor an be glorified of a life misused.
Man, all you ******* start out the same Oh honey I can appreciate you, is all you claim. Where’s the chivalry, why can’t y’all be gentlemanly. It’s such a shame Can’t even walk around without being hounded by one of these ******* lames
Yes I said hounded cause y’all can be bunch of dogs. If I look good, politely let your glasses fog Try not to stare, a quick glance, don’t stare maybe you’ll have a chance, that’s fair. I don’t expect perfect Prince Charming But the lack of manners is ******* alarming
Ask me how I am, whatever you do dion’t say how you can give it to me Or how you can make my day. A nice conversation can go a long way. Don’t ask me about my man, or why I don’t have one All I’m gonna say, this would of been nice but now that fool won. If he was putting it down I wouldn’t be hanging around. If he asked how my day was Id be all kisses and hugs Yes I have a man but his selfishness ******* bugs I thought I wanted a sweet man Now I’m more attracted to thugs At least now Im familiar with the ***** made I don’t even feel right throwing his mama shade She treats him like he’s a gift from god The way she coddles him makes me ******* nod. I’m done talking about this! **** is making my sob.
I'm too old for fairy tales Don't entertain me With myths and tall tales Of a fair maiden that Awaits a top a castle In a land far far away Chivalry is dead And you killed it
With this catch and release, Find a mate, toy with them, And when bored cast them away, cleanse your hands with bleach And forget they exist I should count my blessings But this obsession with all This shame and rejection Got me playing memories Like this on a loop Previews of purgatory