Queens Loves Poets. (for Em MacKenzie) ———————————————————-
Kings love making war, no wonder, the people, remember well fond their femi-mine rulers with femi-fervor, Queens, who loved poets.
You fear Jesus, Adore Mary, generosity of understanding. because it is hard for woman to do cruelty, till she has been abused by men who thought they were kingly by being beknighted, unbeheaded for now at least.
Men who invented Brandy, in the be of night, were stupid men, they forgot alcohol, the Brandy of Channing, is not fit for manning, for it is a toxin, like me, like me.
I painted the pollution in the sky with my own blood I was proud So I sat below it, as it dripped back down Puddle by puddle I can see what it was that pain passed on The pollution of my own wreckage Thick, it choked my breath I stress over my own twisted toxins Carrying the weight of me On my back
Pollution of my thoughts. I'm my own interference.
I want to speak I want to say hello I want to say I love you and I always have I want to tell you I keep going in hopes that one day I might really know you I want to tell you how even though you are human, Somehow, you are perfection I want to say I'll be there for you when no one else is I'd love to tell you death is a small price to pay To see you smile
But instead I tell you nothing at all Because my voice, My voice is a toxin That freezes hearts And when I speak The toxin pierces my lips And I am helpless to stop it
It wouldn't matter what I'd say My voice would stab you as if it were a knife And it would leave permanent scars
My voice would stain you with All of the horrors that are me
So I'll keep those words to myself And pray that you'll find someone That can make you Smile