I have slept
In the Lions den
I left the monsters
Who call themselves men
This is Nineveh
For lovers of themselves
I can see it
But their fans can’t
Forgive the monsters
inside them
You can’t seem to
Satisfy them
The people who are
On the wrong side of things
Always seem to win
They use dirty tactics
And resort to spin
They want to crony people
With the greatest number of fans
They don’t know how to feel
For other people
They can’t help their
Navel gazing
If you follow them
They’ll train you to be
Just like them
Every ego
Wants to be emulated
Presiding over
The uneducated
Gheisar
Monsters
Don’t send stalkers
To harm the dogs and innocent babies
Lying vanities
Profanities
Mirror hazing
Navel gazing
The whales didn’t spit me out on the beach
I left for freedom
A masters degree
Don’t disparage education
Or journalism
What is this consent
That you are
Manufacturing
Don’t believe them
I would never fellate them
They are disgusting people
Who expect women to serve them
Free sex men
It’s appalling
It should have been a workplace
But I tried to refuse to
Work for them
Without being forced to
With harassment
Why be complicit
In a crime spree
Everything is not
As it meant to be
You don’t know
What you don’t know
Don’t speak for me
Unless you have a PhD
In women’s studies
I was just trying to not
Be in the music industry
Remember love you love me
I’ll hypnotise you so you capitulate
Sorry I don’t know who you are
You can’t train my thoughts
So much dissociating
I forgot the room
Thru can’t say I love them
If I can’t remember them
Why are you doing criminal things
Then conjuring up ways
To say it’s nothing
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