“But always to feel the same thing is soon the same as to feel nothing”
Rousseau and revolution. p. 35
Happily, it must be
that in the fairer sex
those with brazen hair
eyes, sky blue, and Aqueous
all absorbing the seas, rays, it’s these
that naturally tend to be best
(though the others are not found without their own charms, or worthless)
Now at last, with understanding
We may contemplate
the ravings of the racist, and of the Aryan supremacist
This Goddess,and her like, I freely attest
I’d burn the world and myself, just to protect!
Oh, that she would call on me
Own my soul,
and my brown-black body, eternally possess!
Trouble me, for causes most trivial
Every filth laden drudgery,
hopeless acts and futile
heroic and suicidal.
All dream To suckle the feet
transporting her eyes
To inflict every torture
Is by the Devil, her natural born right!
Does She know?
Will she abuse her power
Take her place
high upon the column marble?
See The world reserved for her
and for all, made easily suffer-able?
Every life lived in vain
that not calling her own
she doesn’t claim.
What exceptions to this rule?
None! If she instinctively embrace
that she’s The Lord Satan’s most precious jewel!
Gladly wielding upon her slaves
the tools from this abbreviated list:
Flung shit and spraying piss
an insatiable taste for vengeance
and sometimes g spot squirting
Straight down the throat
feeding, and forcing
Oh to touch the flax and see her eyes
I’m Shrinking as she rises
and grows exponentially in size
String me through with needle and thread
a bauble hung round her pale white neck
To see her only when
In a mirror she gazes
Together we say in unison: