THEY DONT SEE HER
In her car, at the end of the day, she screams.
They don't see her as she does all the work.
A testosterone regime, toying with her dreams.
They don't see her when they ogle and lurk.
Just a chance to see her capabilities.
They don't see her unless she plays ball.
They co-opt her work, a hand up her skirt,
they don't see her as human at all.
All the while she kept the receipts,
she don't care what they think anymore.
They'll take the fall, for their corporate cabal.
They didn't see her walk out the door.
There are terms humanity uses, phrases words appear."
To communicate emotions, in aim of clarity, or to help
Verbally in communicating our anxiety, or sense of honour
Even anger, love or fear.' Some terms are formed generically.' Yet others are forged and planned.' To strike
At the spirit, heart and souls of 'right thinking women and
Man' the word ( elites ) is being used to describe indeed
The dregs..' its as dis-informative in the context and concept
Indeed its correction ' must get now on its legs' to
Highlight those of repulsive ways..Who glorify abuse who
Plan nightmares today.' Who facilitate urusry murder and
Greed, who co-opt and co-erce for the basest of needs who
To be validated are willing to do the vilest' the dirtiest things.)
Scum could do.' I find no word low enough.! No term that
Will match.' To the acts of these lunatics and the sick dreams they hatch.' (They call wicked for good) remember
My friend; (2020?) and just extrapolate' then and only things will
Get on the mend!
beside the dirty wall there was a shadow,
the signs painted by some graffiti artist
made even less sense in the dark.
lying on the damp floor was the skinny dog.
stare into my bird's eye.
it seemed to say get out,
this hell is mine alone.
so I threw a piece of bread
that I had in my beak.
he salivated and snapped.
the next step was a caress with my wing.
was conquered.
so we made this kind of alliance.
now he follows me around town.
two savages without destiny.
but soon we will be three,
for the skittish cat meowed at us.
sure we will form legion,
let's occupy that hole in the hill,
coming down when hunger strikes,
then we will attack all the buffets,
scandalize the bourgeois,
co-opt the cockatiels,
the turtles and the badgers,
time to attack in pack,
this land will be ours again.
Gimme a break, Drake
In the space I own
In May, June or July to rake
In tonnes of peace without the groan
That serves no useful purpose
In the scheme of strategies I adopt
To rid my life of the toxic venom from the hind legs of your platypus
In circumstances and settings you co-opt
Cruising without aim into a dead end
From which I stray to preserve the serenity
I earn in peace urns that mend
Fuses, plugs and valves in the sovereignty
In which I fly aloft
The rocket propelling me to Venus
Where in tandem with Hermes and Cupid I climb aboard the loft
Where love once lived in pomp and splendor until fuss
Turned the tables
Crushing hopes I nurtured
In my thoughts, feelings and plans sauntering on gables
I thought you and I cultured
With a view to consolidating pre-nuptial plans
We’d painstakingly built
In the absence of adversity guns
That vowed we’d never fight the good battle to the hilt.
Pessimism is a perplexive fine phase
Wherein orb-adversity reign the days
The darkest hours of the desperate gaze
Those evade to every pervading rays.
No option that he could, or can opt for
For everything seems futile to adopt
Where aspirations, stretched and left afar
As to no hope & despair, he could co-opt.
No desires can expect a ray of hope
It’s here; where ones looks grow sober & griever
Ak(in) the dark the vision strives severe
The dim, dull, dark valley strikes sans a scope
Optimism; the breath you take or inhale
Whilst the other is the one you exhale.
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