Kool-Aid Anyone

The outty and the inny Fleshy repeated stabbings Produce a ninny To be tossed to the fray And taught their worth for the day Is to obey What we say Of how, when, and why to play Its your moral decay we crave Your wide-eyed innocence Is all the rave As we brand you A useful slave Here’s your collar Go chase that dollar My fun lil peasant Time to chase the life of the unpleasant And know my luv for you is not heaven sent Quite the opposite Ya lil We care for you not Your parents should have thought Before they put pole to hole They were condemning you To exist in a toilet bowl Of the insane and mundane Where the reign is pain And you have nothing to gain We must confess That as you progress You continue to lose The ability to amuse And entertain What was once a charm to behold Now simply boring an old We just wait for your mortal coil to fold So, we can raise another To call them brother And let them know they are another And to assume the role of a mother Because your inny Spit out a ninny It’s our job To decide for the slob What they worship And grind with their hips They are what we tell them With genderless lips You’re not a he, she, them or they Just simply a toy for the day To be played Then thrown away We care not what’s between your legs Your simply spoiled eggs That won a race In a clueless womb Such is the case It’s comical to see The genderless free Argue where to pee The flesh factory only makes two One is pink The other blue There is no mix or match When you arrive “its” already attached If you have a complaint Of the equipment given Or dissatisfied With what your living Might I suggest That you confess You don’t have a clue That you’re the few With balls of blue Or **** of not Who wholeheartedly bought The governments thought That you are not Who your supposed to be That your blind And can’t see You were custom made One of a kind One in a billion A rare find But you listen to their putrid word And allow them to keep you in a herd It’s a sad display From an amateur nerd You’re an individual! Or haven’t you heard? Listen to your heart Not to the confusion They impart God got it right From the very start He made you who you are And what you are to be He gave you the knowledge And eyes to see Open them and be free And stop worrying About your damn pee pee Eric (and sometimes not)