To figure me out
you have to first figure yourselves out
I have already done that

Have you the clarity
to watch this all the way through
I doubt you have that in you

Your language figures for you
and you make the calls only you hear
hearts do not speak languages

To figure me out
you have to first speak my language
like I speak your language
and I already do that better than you


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I cannot tell the children of the Inn sweepers
not to eat the leftovers or sup the bottom dregs
or I tell them not to speak the parlance of drunks
born to the ferment of  ale fumes and saw dusts
destined hunter-gatherers of shortchanges    
and lower dives and shanty holes chicaneries
so
pray tell how the ravishing fouls and backwards
see beyond the dank and laden walls of misspent
can these tell us silver are polished and gold glitters
or pen proses in Latin with the flourish of scribes
who expects etiquette or form from bottle washers
can scrubbers in calico tell venetian laces from silk
one
does as one is borne is affirmation of natural truth
such as the gobbledygook of downtown ale births
is only meaningful to likeminded from the marshes
with eyes of green forked tongues and pilfering hands
we flinch not at the addled brain antics of fumed retards
or pay mind to the anodyne display of threshers caste
sour

If you must know
your average men hate your average you
they do not see you
as women to love and cherish
you all lie to each other
pretend and act all the time
they objectify you
up to the point they are disgusted
when your ******* are used for their natural purpose

can't you see your average small men
are misogynist
they disrespect you openly while paying lip service
to gender equality
anyway half if not three quarters of them go with each other
perhaps its because they hate you that much
those that profess love
only love you for the duration
soon to tire of you and move on to the next
dump you once you share your breast with their babies

you are mothers for your average men
most cannot stand on their own two feet
they leave mum's house for Mrs Mummy to take over
pick their clothes cook manage money and wipe their long noses
as they toll over football or really lust over other men
for any women not their mums frighten them
men boys who never grow up messing with mates is the life
and you average women are used to your average men

so much so you hate the intelligent mature strong male
the ones who is real and tells you the truth
the type that would really love you and make you feel all woman
the simpletons the yobs the men boys are easy work
until they start killing these average women
your men hate you and you women hate yourselves

If my excellence does not conflict your inferiority
I would be very surprised
as it is it confirmed and validated your mediocrity
I am not at all surprised
that in your inadequacy your response is primal
that's as nature goes
that you'll bristle bare rabid teeth snarl and snap
the bane of the wounded
unrefined you regress to your primitive instincts
you vapid barbarian
the vacuous vandals on prowl seeking dishonour
that's a given anyway
base inept gross fundamental uncouth derisory
sum total of you and kin
Please accept our deepest sympathy for your failings
your short straws are self picked
excellence comes from hard work dedication breeding
class and refinement

In translucent fog
in back street disingenuousness
our bargain-basement scums and guttersnipes
corralled their Mata Hari
and trained her to lie like a rug
but like the scorpion and the frog
our bargain-basement scums and guttersnipes
started making a big song and dance
about Mata Hari being a big liar
for the spawns of The Father of Lies
this is what they do
they couldn't resist the urge.
" It's in their nature."

Which one of you
has the wherewithal
to find somewhere quiet
and go within to break your trance
and reclaim your minds and your heads
are you enough to see how you have been played
tuned into a frenzied wayward ditty
dulled into colic twang belchers
strummed in hapless reefs
plucked duds on frets
orchestration of vapid
bums in *** encore
you've been played
arranged scored
in *** notes
they groove
in derision
yet know
nowt