Monday, August 4, 2025

Broken Lips

 




I

I don't want to be taken seriously, not a chance;

for those who do and give a fuck for all sides go by –

they dilute themselves to be worn out salted fans.

Digging holes, for the mole hill hunts to grandstand;

tragedy seen but a currency to push through lines.

Crossing the fence sitters, who don't care about snide

remarks, as long the buck goes on their hands.



II

Reddit, spread it, voice your concerns on the outrage;

while crime still passes on, streets unsafe, the claqueur

makes the play. To Respect the Children and brand image;

protects only the base, making no predator grimace...

Broken lips silenced, wanting to process their burns:

Why is there incest and rape in your games?” your turn –

thus many don't witness the crimes done unto them brace.



III

For Grace, why talk about your shortcomings, when judged;

how can a victim find a safe place to work, when nobody knows.

How does the narrative unfold and things go down, abridged;

the moral zealot wants perfect storylines to cutie convenient edge.

Why go after the Corporate and Epsteins, then you can hoe

on the gamers and artists, who make frivolous shows.

Only in Porn and such content, many have found shelter emerge.



IV

More Power, how to rule the world, is what Governments want;

not to keep children safe and nurture them into proper adults.

If they did, the age of consent would stand still – shant;

youth couldn't vote nor drink alcohol as coolaid warrant.

Child content would not be teased by ToS Deus Vult;

when mature can't even exist on many platforms occult –

Youtube, the traitor of its creating thought, shills for plants!

Saturday, August 2, 2025

Mercy not Justice

 




I

Lord said: “I demand mercy, not sacrifice just!”;

when the Righteous come to my hollow grounds.

Who demands them, to crave for the Day or Gust

what God shall bestow on His own accord, dust.

Who gave em Godspeed, to chant Chorals, hound –

the orphan and the widow at the gates to the ground!

Yet once they there gathered from Egypt as booty, lost.



II

Too many, who judge, while made like Nebuchadnezzar;

or like Nimrod, a fierce Hunter before El Shaddai!

Today, they there carved from shards of clay, no rizz there;

the next made into fabulous angels, now they dare!

Stand firm ye gods, in the courts of the Most High, rabbi;

Sadducees and Zealots, Pharisees and preachers raving –

ye all shall perish like mortals, your honour shall be thy prison!



III

Give Mercy, like a fountain of water, a warm bonfire –

be the handmaid, what washes hands and feet unmoved

by stature and what it costs your face and desires.

You didn't choose Jesus, but there chosen, sire;

now redeem that and exalt, what has been betrothed!

Ye, who been wed for Christ, Holy Spirit your vow proves;

Onward, faithful knights, to Promised Land, on the hour dire!

Darkness and Light

 




I

Through darkest nights, and endless tears;

when souls torn asunder, nightmares fare.

Long gone all hopes and dreams warm cares;

embrace the void, when all seems to shut up, ensnare!

Behold, You where there, my Lord, through all devils lairs –

you stood your ground on your Cross suffered shared –

now am alive, through your blood and flesh made fair!



II

When doubts still linger in my heart and soul;

when all ways seem lost, no judgment can bestow.

The light in worlds, but false lanterns foul

deception, to make the meek fall from grace whole.

Not silent was your witness told, in Heaven bold

you rebuked the fiend! All angels gave you praise behold –

who is like You, my Lord, all enemies cast into moles.



III

I rejoice, whenever could, may shields falter, swords bend;

your Words and Mercy never shall! Exalt your Honour,

Yahveh Sebaoth, His Christ in Holy Spirit – thy Heavensend;

your breathe shall redeem, bring back to life all friend

and foe alike! Come, oh Heathen, receive your Valour,

He makes you jump over walls, defeat knights in armour!

Today you dine with the Lord to Supper and make amends!!

Friday, August 1, 2025

Lets Dance

 




I

When in doubt, touch your darkness;

unsure, what to write or how – dance!

With the audience, the devil, your heartless

gut, wrenching for not expecting smart press.

Forget, who you are, what you need, chance;

let your mind roam the desert eminence;

lush forested hills and meadow gardens bliss.



II

Don't articulate form, but break the mould;

loose yourself in the void, find your own pace.

Many judges discern, what has been told –

but that ain't your story nor blood to get sold.

Find your own crosses to carry, Calvary trace;

for the saints and sinners, you choose to grace!

Dance with your own Godspeed and Ghouls.



III

Tabula Rasa your biggest fiend indeed;

friends, who compare fashion articles.

Let them piss on your altars, graffity ahead –

If you got something to say, get used!

People will forsake you, not understand cackle;

mispronounce yours, make a sudden tackle.

Tact not your problem, but how to redeem!



IV

Learn from the Masters, and from the Streets;

forget it all, after you found your theme.

Not those, who hoard likes, followers are deep;

it may show mainstream, but not any means!

If you got something, dance in the Gleams;

until your shadows are grown-up to dream!

Are you the One, who shall bring down the Elites!



V

True Excellence, dost look the rear window;

lead with example, dance with the fairies!

Unicorn your steeds, wyvern your shadow:

ado with the dragon, manticore take a bow.

Be your own jury and execute your diaries –

your wildest dreams and lewdest miscarries.

As long it suits you, who cares about the hoes.

Elephant in the Broom

 




I

We don't fight you, just the Elephant;

oh no, there's one inside your broom!

Now it needs to go, just make a stand –

where must be cohesion in protecting brands!

Let us pick and choose, what is where to groom;

let the parents go for parties, as we offer spoons.

We're hashtag concerned about the violence you shant!



II

Just give us your doxx and let us sell you Premium;

your data is safe with us, trust the system and socker-mom!

How long, til having your credit card under the pun

will make you invalid to receive services Frame-Yumm!

Its all legal, but some people got disturbed, go home –

what's stopping a dishonest to SWAT your breadcrumbs;

so you wont be able to enjoy your fun, unless jump the gun.



III

Right opinions and protestors get excused, while Bible

still scandalous on streets; schools and public libraries.

Lets talk about rights, offer thunderous applause, feeble

attempts to usher in the Mark of the Beast and save Cable!

Most people will opt else and choose crypto over rabies –

to be lumped together with pdf by VISA/Mastercard cronies.

Real Predators support this message, when all is banned unstable.



IV

Soon we have legal criminals, just as in Arhipelag Gulag;

when emancipated pedos toe the line, what can be heard, said.

Just pay your fee and shut up, how we shag –

Neo Feodalism for the masses to firesale Prague.

Who cares about Remarque; Rimmault Russeau maids;

when you can download nuveau esprit du je ne rien:

Zaheer had other things to do to wrap a burka on the stag!



V

May the Ortho-doxxers be with you and your parish;

sign up with us, and we shall remove the astonish.

No more lewds nor Amish, just vanilla with hoarse radish;

Saru mo ki kara ochiru, but the ears there concealed carry!

Who would unlock London, when the key was sealed with a kiss;

nobody pulls swords from stones, nor words worth but hiss!

If there was no elephant in the broom, we could care this.



Wednesday, July 30, 2025

Monster

 


Monster. Imagine Dragons. Legend of Korra.



I

Don't be afraid of the Dark, when your divine spark;

leads to despair, through turmoil revolts on your guard.

When your virtues and urges fight, like sharks;

two grown-up wolves, one white other black stark.

You're valued, don't give up on your broken shards –

many lumps of coal turn to diamonds to award,

the patient rebuilder of character from duckling to Lark.



II

Embrace yourself, accept the pain and sorrow;

nobody got perfect through candy and nuts.

Work your routines, shoulder your burrow;

it soon be a mountain to Excelsior Manor.

Don't listen to the iffers, do-nots and buts –

they don't live themselves, want to hinder cats;

who walk alone, create their own Valour!!



III

Be the Monster, nobody dared to perceive;

the relentless drive, making new Apogees.

The Sinner and Saint, the vile deceit –

who puts faith to a dime, to challenge fates.

You don't need a number nor be called Reese;

don't ask for mercy nor redemption pleads.

Be the Superman, nobody dared to dream!

When the Press is Savage Opress

 


Savage Opress AMV - Feel Invincible



I

Used to be the Third Power in the World, now Yellow;

full of cowardice and powered opinion of the elites.

Feeling invincible, fighting against establishment brows;

now but a lapdog, to serve the dark side growls.

The Press but Savage Opress, a brute without grit;

who cannot detect nuance, killing infants sprites

in the proverbial basin. To get a virtue signal in mellow.



II

Harping on war and support, what will never come;

being silent then tyrants suppress democracy, while

cracking down on activists from the opposite dome.

Your honour and fervour – bought articles, Rome

long fallen, the Library of Alexandria burnt, sigh.

Nobody raises a kite, makes a stand for the confined;

everybody but gentle barbarians, until home alone!



III

Savage Opress, to rue the World for its wrong think;

how dare somebody be not Cosmopolitan, censorship

crave. For how does the parent ditch their sink –

to raise kids and party all night long, let it blink.

The Ministry of Truth, not concerned with whips –

they are not doing it, just being silent lips,

while deep throating at the Power House drink.

Monday, July 28, 2025

No fucks given day

 




I

Then the government is hashtag concerned;

how to protect the children and terrorists fight.

I don't give a fuck, they can't even heard,

how much spending Pentagon wasted, FED

is unhinged, cannot do its job, but red tapes gaslights!

Then they try to do the IRS job, don't believe tights;

they don't know, what year it is 1984 or Kernel.



II

Then moral zealots worry about your soul;

not being able to get passed their snub wars.

Give each day its own, and let it blow;

do what you always did, and show –

where shall be a “No fucks given day” ours;

to take back, what the Government scours

for granted. We decide, what gets the dough!



III

When Corporate thinks, they rule the World;

think like Luther King, choose a different bus.

United we gamers and otaku be sworn –

never give up on your drive and scorn.

What you fight for is what you get thus;

those, who relent, shall be in the bin tossed.

Believe in Yourself, onwards for the Sword!

Beyond Nihilism

 


Agent Smith Was Always Right - He Did Nothing Wrong! | MATRIX EXPLAINED

Cypher Was Always Right | MATRIX EXPLAINED

What Neo Discovered About the Origin of Illusion

My Journey Through The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya (reupload)

LEGEND OF KORRA amv Shatter Me

Avatar Korra/AMV/The Phoenix

Avatar The Legend Of Korra AMV- Everything

Korra's Journey || Dark Matter || - Legend of Korra AMV

The Legend Of Korra Song | Let The Wind Show The Way ft. Juliette Reilly



The problem with people these days is, that way have bought the lie, what Post Modernism proposed, that there are no more values and that we can question and create everything. For that is only partially true. Most people are neither capable nor ready to live on tabula rasa. Nietzsche tried to warn us, that in order to survive the nihilistic tendencies of society, which wants to dilute our root-beer until its only good to wash the tank it was held. Or in more Christian terms, then the salt lost its bite.

One way, how people try to defeat the system, is to create new identities, which was also true for the Directors or Matix trilogy – and I shall refer to it as such, no matter how much more content is being added to it, because the cast has lost their happy thought, they started it all, and in such are no longer in control of the narrative, but their corporate handlers, which makes a twisted irony inside the show. Trying to cast all the cis white males out of the Matrix fandom, has cast the show itself into the depths of Abyss. For you can't escape nihilism, by simply declaring, that your vision is superior. That kind of thing, dost work anymore, after God has been declared Dead, as through the surmises of Nietzsche in “Thus spoke Zarathustra”

How does more censorship and control compel people to believe, that you are against a system, what corrupts and washes away your colours, denying you freedom?

To the same extent, as with the directors of Matrix and their transition story, there is also the problem of VISA/Mastercard and Collective Shout doxxing people out of their preferred private hobbies and creative work sometimes. Because oh no, its too sensual or erotic in nature. Too frivolous to let young adults do that, because what if a child was present. Its dost matter, whether collective shout is a ultra feminist or ultra religious entity, for the matter in front of Post Modernism and Nihilism would remain the same. They would still be like Agent Smith; Mouse; Cipher and Morpheus in one person. I will leave Neo out of the equation, because he being the protagonist needs to do the Mary Sue thing anyway, and has not much to tell in the aspects of Nihilism, for he overcame it. The problem with these entities hating on anime; manga and video games containing anything masculine and frivolous, is because they don't believe in themselves as a person created by God, who has a inner purpose or mission to uphold. And in this cynical state, they can't help but have to destroy everything, just to feel better, that they wont suffer alone. Because suffering is the only constant, what exists for them.

When you move from religion towards atheism or science as people like to think at it, you don't open something up for yourself but close something down. You no longer can rely on the supporting structure, what Religion previously held true for you. It may be compelling for you, to think: “good riddance!” but what does it really mean, then you don't believe, there is no life after this one or somebody waiting for you. You just want to be in control, where everything can be verified or falsified. But what if the anthropic principle doesn't help you out, because you don't want to constantly think, what your life is constituted upon. Most people just wanna live their lives and be left alone. How do you do that without values and the safety of somebody, who monitors it, lest somebody gets more, than he deserves.

That's why we have to constantly suffer under the despotism of entities like collective shout or VISA/Mastercard. For we don't want to take action. Let somebody else do it, like Homer Simpson telling the barkeeper about paying his tab and he taking his shotgun out. Eventually everybody has to answer the call of the Abyss and tell himself, if he doesn't want to believe in God. Why do I exist and what drives me?

What do I leave to the next generation, when I'm done? People are afraid of the Haruhi Suzumiya type, because just like Neo in the Matrix, they don't add up. They are like anomalies in the coding, where you cannot fathom the depth of their inner calm and joy. You might gaslight or ligtningrod, as Sören Kierkegaard put it, into stoicism or with some other convenient label. But what you really are doing, is denying access to your core, so you wouldn't have to face the reality, that you don't really exist. That there are people, who genuinely cruise through their lives, having fun. And that makes the corporately dead people gnash their tooth. How dare they not feel the Weltschmertz; Zeitgeist; Pathos; Avant-Garde and Decadence; Sturm und Drang – all what inevitably drives us towards the end of all History, as one famous filosopher put it, showing off his own shortcoming. That the Western thought is hyperventilating on meaning itself. Too many people have thought and written so much, that people cant handle its gravity any more. The only solution, like Nietzsche proposed, was Buddhist thought contemplation or deep prayer in Christian contemplation. When you forget about your Ego, which does most of the Existential crises, what Collective Shout and VISA/Mastercard are suffering under. Or like in the Shining: “All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy!” People have taken their work and faith or political alignment so seriously, that it has become a thing in of itself, just like in Israel the issue about the sanctity of Sabbath day and the arteficial proposition: “If a leaf falls on your shoulder on Sabbath day, what should you do? – You cannot remove it, because that is work; you cannot leave it there, because carrying it around is also work. You cannot remain there with the leaf, because you have to finish your journey to the temple or to home!”

Many people, who are against ecchi or hentai in games, err against this principle, because they don't know, what to do with the leaf on their shoulder. The only remedy, I can think of is laughter, and memeing the shit out of this situation. Or like in another movie Holy Man 1998 where Eddie Murphy starred as the main protagonist. Its original was much better, but you can't send anything to Uzza unless you rebrand it with local cast. In there the Holy Man cured most conflicts with hugs or funny ways, how to get people out of their perceived important life choices.

In a way Jesus did the same thing, when He came into this world and gave the Sermon of the Mount, which you could even follow up as an atheist, provided you're true to yourself. How to cut the shackles of oppression what we have bound ourself with, calling it Justice; or Law; or Order or something else, forgetting the Mercy in just escaping the reality and enjoying the moment.

When was the last time, you truly touched grass, and I don't mean in a physical sense. What if grass no longer existed, and you're living in a dystopian world, where just as in the Matrix, you can only eat artificial goo. How do you touch grass then? The Zen Buddhist referred to it as: How does the tree fall, when nobody is there to see it?” or “the sound of the clap of one hand!” When where you truly alive, enjoying every moment of it? Is your life at your work fulfilling you, or are you just flipping burgers, as they say. It has no meaning, what you say nor do, because its just an empty simulation to you, where you show little to no agency in.

Today is the day to change all that, and rip the cord, you're feeling yourself being strapped to your corporate entity. I also linked some AMV's about Korras life, I felt where relevant to shut out from this illusory world and reattach to your inner child. For there is no spoon and you decide, what your glass ceiling is and what you can do with your Life. Don't do it, because religion comelled you, or movement, or some regulation. Do if for Yourself. And that leads you past Nihilism, when you stop worrying like Descartes, “Cogito, Ergo sum!” for children in the moment don't rationalize, why they're having fun, they just do it! Who wants to Create their next Nike shoes or Diablo game or something else. Perhaps you want to open your Tokyo Ghoul themed coffee shop or something else. The choice is with you. Each and every day of your life. What do you want, and how are you gonna obtain it!

Sunday, July 27, 2025

Shatter the Glass Ceiling

 




I

When Ghouls preach you mid-summer nights dreams;

churned into a nightmare, drowned in a Whiskey's sky.

Eating cigarettes more than candy, coffee without a cream;

hindered by a glass ceiling, of what I can't and won't lean.

Rule this rue that, precept upon precept to make cats shy;

dogs act like mice, lions think their monkeys with hides to dry;

where's no James Bond, to tell them how they lost names!



II

Shatter the Glass Ceiling, and be your own Hero, boyscout;

loose yourself, girl, don't listen, what the harpies curtail.

You're better than the rulers, what are thrown over shouts;

then brick walls want to lecture, how to be best louts!

You know better, than to chase after the sullied and failed;

who still stroke their cats, while not gotten a ship nailed.

Nothing to loose nor claim,unless you take your Cross round!



III

Burn down the shamers and their gossip and stares;

don't collect with the druncator, who publicly declares.

They pledge like Amber, cease like Umbridge, who cares –

its time to Choose Christ and make your metal pay the dares!

You choose Freedom and fuck the old hags back to Cheshire;

your not sausage, nor your moon made of cheese, sire;

Burn in Holy Fire and full of Holy Spirit, held for those shared!



Eat my Gravel

 




I

The dogs are barking, the bickering banshees wail;

toe their placards to minute their judgment spree.

I walk alone, don't mind, what they have to say –

better call your Master and make a solemn pray.

I make my words into bullets, strike teens on their knees;

soon they be raving with Jesus, but you're not invited, Ree!

Eat my Gravel, as I ride to Heaven, moe or gay!



II

Advocate your Devil and Ad hoc your Justice;

I bring Mercy for those, you deemed too hostile.

Cover up your candles under the bushel, Eustice;

bring new wine in old skins, to wait and see vice.

Eat my Gravel, when I come for the prodigal child;

like a Piper, make them dance the Forests and Wilds!

Let It Burn inside you, as the Holy Spirit makes Peace!



III

Chasing the ghosts, and revenants doomed by rues;

come back to life, for you have a purpose, take a chance!

When society offers but spite and your chairs glues;

where's another option, to be more than control cruise.

Take up your Freedom and Godspeed like on Avalanche;

chase in the wind, to brand your Colts and Broncos, Vance –

Its time to follow, like Nimrod, Christ calls the True!!

Loosing Faces

 




I

Its time to Rock and Ride your cock;

down the throats of common sense;

around the shock, awe on my mock;

as I battle your Temperance, face the duck –

tape in the middle of the red line tense;

unsussed Ivans want to be more than lense

to shoot down another ant in the glassmine block.



II

Chasing my fairies to make my faith rage;

the World too narrow, to mind my cosplay.

Call a Ph. D as the incest goes Rape;

how could Solomon be King, or Drake

be Captain over the fleet of ships, wise say!

Mooned on the starry path, to never say nay –

loosing my faces, to mask the shadows stage,



III

Lost souls, Ahoy, may you be welcome;

turn your stoned eyes back to life and rejoice!

Nangijala, give back the lionhearts, lone

wolves, forgotten by Heathers, Stacy's comb.

For you got to chase your Californian dreams voice;

even if it brings you to the brink of Abyss, Louise...

Its time to Superman, like the last stand, let them come!



IV

Take your Whisky and Cigarettes, skateboard and lollies;

then sin your only choice maimed, I got a new way, fool.

Take my arm, let me bring you to Holy of Holies;

to see Jesus and the Angels supreme, your homies!

See the Sun, Moon and Stars, what you could be cool –

take your Face, make it rain in Arkadia, the vixen drool!

Time to Metal, make your Anthems sound over the trollies!



Pivot Aidan

 


Michael Jackson Smooth Criminal



I

Moralist monist their Adds and senses to pretense;

when you look animations, it must be you fuck dolls.

At the same time, watch this nonbinary congruence;

why would you hetero, when you could fluid trance!

Look at the science we paid for and the gathered polls –

don't you want to Pivot, Aidan and have cinnamon rolls

more than Vanilla on your colour blind tone death Itch?



II

Just don't go against the flow, be a normie, who heels;

what the influencers and globalists tell you to bow.

We didn't care, when you grew up and struggled feels;

your pain wasn't Holocaust, anxiety Holodomor real.

Believe then we get psyched on these youth cutting show;

when teens colour their hair and pin cusheon faces moe.

Its performance, representation not lost ID in nihilist glee!!



III

Your games too toxic and masculine, eat more Östrogene;

for if you discover your Divine Feminine chakra, you rock.

Don't stand your ground, traditions, for that is misagynist, mean;

don't you want women to be boss, and never serve behind scenes –

why see them cook and give birth, then breast-cancer the stock!

Blow up their ovaries, for making headlines better than fuck –

unless its onlyfans, and cucks pay top dollar with no marital dreams.



IV

Why so violent, diminish your aura, language, while fembot rages;

its fun to see them hit the balls and slap the cheek!

God forbid, children learned to be responcible mages –

for that you need to travel to China or Japan for ages.

Europe nor Uzza got nothing to say no more – bleep:

This message was removed, age-restricted – too deep!

Here's some alternet neutered content we deem Age just!!”

Saturday, July 26, 2025

When Heaven Cries

 




I

Many have concerns and worthy thoughts contemplate;

how to save the World and make it a better place.

Freeze your screen and paint your face on fate;

its for the children, honey, lets progress the stage.

When Heaven cries, nobody there to state;

only placating vicars, choosing to dine a bit late.

Who dost gather with us, shall scatter in turmoil and rate!!



II

To lead the sheep and create the perfect Kingdom come;

snubbing at the Taxman, the Harlot and Heathen scum.

Forgetting how from serfs all the great nations dawned;

how Christ made way, breaking the enemies bones.

Now the same people, who erect statues, adorn

paintings nobody understands, but the twisted and torn.

In the name of science, silence competition at Home.



III

When the merchants more virtuous, than ministers, priests;

understand more loving-kindness, than sleight of hands.

At the pulpit the drones and NPC, scan for the pieve;

will people be Pietas or will they naughty the yeast!

When Heavens Crying, all Righteous busy Grands;

can't do nothing for the Man down on Crossroads – no Brand!

Better wait for the Samaritan to make something from least.



IV

Where will be a time, when Jesus shall return like a King;

reward the meek and unholy, who there metal alone.

The Righteous abandoned, to the fringes of nine rings;

their power stripped like Saruman, rainbows waning.

Repent, who you hope on false remedies, atone;

chanting Lord, Lord, this is the Church of God, wont crown!

The Cornerstone shall surpass all accords and bling.

Release Memes

 




I

Relieving from Bondage, releasing from fear;

when the Counts sell peasants with a shoe.

The moral supremacists, who claim to care;

while children being trafficked, exploited ensnared.

Yet woe to you, if didn't pay them porn tax, Blue;

why are your imaginary friends Hentai, no clue!

Release your mind and start creating, I dare!



II

This is the true Christian way, when you walk a mile

in the shoes of the oppressed and tortured, who's case

sees no judge nor jury, but executioner. Defiled

on the public forums, to grant power to the beguiled;

who never lift a finger for your turmoil, but switch face!

Blessed be the merchant, who dares to pick up the pace;

cry with the sorrowful and cheer with the happy a while.



III

Release your Memes, make the world sunder;

make your presence known to the four corners of the Earth!

Fight for Gamers and Creators; for Otaku down under;

reclaim their expression, who create facing slander!

When Tyrants take charge, start caring for children, curs –

like rabid dogs are they, wanting to put thee out of your worth!

Don't trust the fake friend, who takes with a head-pat yonder.



IV

Be your own Ward, who decides Right from Wrong;

you're mature enough, to discern, what deserves to be.

Release your Memes, and reveal the traitors gang;

who claim virtues, but only seek slavery of the common.

Remember Puškin; Dostojevsky; Shakespeare – create;

for its now your time to shine on the hour of need!

Those, who sow in tears, shall harvest in Joy, now come!

Friday, July 25, 2025

Empower This

 




I

Cancel-jerks who hold the clerks up;

for you didn't feel empowered buying this.

Why didn't the producer ask permission, but

chose to sexualise with no consent from ROTT?

I couldn't Karen enough to receive the hit and miss –

how about a minority report, to get on the diss!

Fake Christians don't prosper, screech, wail and mock!



II

No woman ever thanks your work, Collective shout;

who you objectify like Narcissus sending Echo to the forest.

You slur more than a sailor, your denial leaves much about;

how is Cuties not pedo, while pixels on a screen count?!

Maybe you should team up with Uncle Stan, make a torrent,

to get the best Emmy award, for virtue signaling comments.

Jesus wont save you, perhaps you get a seat at Hell, girlscout.



III

Sixth; Eighth or Ninth, take your pick, Dante will show you

the Way; Hitler may take notes on your Message board.

Even Germany didn't exile so many to boot-camp as thou;

not mention of Lenin; Stalin and Nikita, I have to bow!

Why is empowering always so toxic, like a poisonous toad;

what can't be touched and makes things smell hoard?

`Whenever you do, the world seems to be less – not cool!



IV

Dropping the slurs on soap, this opera sells itself;

or judging the glossy lips, you must be compensating.

Why do you care, how people like/dislike help

themselves to their product, make your own wealth

or are you out of ideas, and just envious masturbating.

I only hear you gasp and moan on the cooners berating –

search your soul, if there's not something missing, Alp.



V

Real Empowering starts with walking a mile in others

shoes, to understand, what they want and care.

You only schadenfreude, to see people burn covers;

the iconoclasts would have loved you. Brokers

of filth and intolerance art thou, misery share –

that's your business, not enabling girls of any lair.

But why do that then you could be a New-Yoker?



VI

Feminism used to be cool, but then you went lev 3;

it worked its ass off, to get somewhere, now Cows

of Bashan will rue. Roll your eyes more for history!

The World dost revolve around you, to give glory

to those,who never contribute, but vitriol on a cointoss.

Eat some humble pie and learn to be a real woman, not Boss –

perhaps you feel more happy then, and not a Pissing tree.