Brain, pain
Not lyin’.
Jaded, faded
Not dead.
Broke, torn
Not doped.
Sobs, wails
Not cryin’.
Kicked, beat
Not bleedin’
Unloved, abandoned
Not together.
Brain, pain
Not lyin’.
Jaded, faded
Not dead.
Broke, torn
Not doped.
Sobs, wails
Not cryin’.
Kicked, beat
Not bleedin’
Unloved, abandoned
Not together.
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man,
Dya know your name,
Is being used by family wrecking whores?
To postulate that they they’re smart,
To showcase they have a grand plan,
Perhaps for the greater good,
Perhaps, to vet more phalluses,
But I don’t think it will take,
A weatherman to tell,
Which way their pussies are blown.
If I were a man,
I’d want to dick around too.
But you know what I’d do?
I’d train my brain and my dick,
To pretend that one vagina,
Was as many as I want.
So I don’t hurt that one,
Heart and brain that agreed,
To go through shitstorms with me.
This morning, as I had my pretentious coffee,
I rifled through a pretentious magazine,
That came with the unpretentious papers.
Saw an advert for a store selling armchairs,
Their tagline was “Inspired by a dream”;
Amused, I wondered what furniture I’d churn,
If it were to be inspired by my latest dream,
A double homicide, a slasher on the lose,
With the knife dripping fresh blood,
Being chased by hungry hungry hippos.
Freud and Neitzsche, can you hear me?
Why do I always have red on my mind?
Yoga and Capoeira, Pilates and Jogging,
In Under Armour and no underpants,
Nothing brings more peace and joy,
Like dreaming of steel knife in windpipes.
I asked my daughter,
What dya want to be,
When you are a big girl?
Her answer made me
Want to dig my own grave,
On a stolen plot somewhere,
And jump in, without a tank
Of Oxygen or Oxycodone.
What an oxymoron!
I didn’t even want the grave marked,
For she said she wants to be a “socialite”.
“I am God”, said an asswipe.
Blew his horns, sounded from a pipe.
All you bloody did was see a shrink,
Who helped you get outside of hell’s brink.
Like a Jungle-man beating his chest,
You proclaim that you are the best.
You can walk on water,
Do things like in the gutter.
Make wine out of pee-pee,
Glamorous gold shit-shit.
Fucking whores on a schoolnight,
I’mma choke your windpipe.
Don’t mess with me, dickhead,
Might light fire to your fucking bed.
Phoney baloney bastards,
A match made in hell,
Selling shit like Starbucks.
If I didn’t know, I couldn’t tell.
All bling-bling without a ting,
All ting-ting without warning.
Fuck you to damnation, you toad slime.
I’mma gonna curse you till it’s my time.
Brazilian blow-out, bitch
45 minutes, to stomp you.
You and your cheap trash.
You got fucked, with your hymen intact.
Haha, so much for your party-planning.
Rained on your parade, did I?
I didn’t mean to, I just did my.
You’re a result of a bus collision,
You should be bludgeoned,
During an intervention.
The devil came to strike a deal,
Saw your soul and said no, thank you.
You ain’t going anywhere, losers,
You won’t even get new dentures.
That one is tapped out, burnt and drunk,
Find yourself a pimp and get on a bunk.
Mediocre pleasuring, that’s your style.
After two shots, you can’t go a mile.
Looked up your symptoms on WebMD,
Looks like you think too much of thee.
You got absolutely nothing on me, bitch!
Except that I am a wizard and you a witch.
If it were 1500s, they’d burn you brown,
You’d look shitty, even with your crown.
Gold-digging bitch, you didn’t dig very far,
Nobody’d give you a dime, even in hoe bazaar.
Slutty smouldering eyes, with lungs to match,
A starving hyena and leech won’t find you a catch.
Dunno where I am going with this, this infernal diss,
When you fuck a lemon-seller, you’d get strabismus.
Like bass,
My gut falls,
Every time,
I see U.
Fuck this summer.
I ain’t getting out of here,
Unless I am in a box,
Flying cargo.
Nah, I am not imitating,
Just trying,
To see if I can spew venom
By articulating.
This isn’t over,
My head’s in the shitter,
I say, doesn’t matter
To the man in the mirror.
Brain noodles,
Polynesian poodles,
Yahoo doodles.
Unibrow model,
Half throttle,
Fizzless bottle.
American Rubel,
Aristocratic strudel,
Lawyer mogul.
Scatting yodel,
Zero subtotal,
Rhyme, McDougal.
Bloody fences,
From your menses,
Diva cup frenzy.
Glitterati, Illuminati,
Take it nonchalantly,
What’s with the shite-shitey?!
Extra shirt buttons,
Who is that glutton?
Got’em by the dozens,
Bitch, pick your cotton.
Bleeding brain noodles,
Writing Warhol doodles,
Mush in your puddle.
Return, hillbilly,
With ass in chilli,
Boo! Scaredya totally.
Oh you don’t my cackling laughter?
Why, I will just giggle like Barbie.
Oh you don’t like my one liners?
Why, I will just say oops like Barbie.
Oh you don’t like my stinky bombers?
Why, I will just eat kale like Barbie.
Oh you don’t like my slam poetry?
Why, I will just draw hearts like Barbie.
Oh you don’t like where I’m going with this?
Why, I will just take my top off like Barbie.
A mother,
Dangles her baby,
Saying, here, take it.
I love you more,
Than I love the baby.
And you still sneer,
And say, fuck off.
Don’t need you anymore,
Got myself a vibrator,
Just gotta have a beer
And go at it like Terminator.
You feel empty,
You were unhappy,
You selfish prick,
You had to fill the hole,
With my shattered soul?
You had to make yourself happy,
By making me feel crappy?
There’d be a myriad of wise men and women on this platform, and I’d really appreciate some communication.
I am filled with rage, anger and suicidal thoughts over something as trivial as being cheated on.
I do not want to cry anymore, I do not want to be sad anymore. I do not want to think about it anymore. I want to erase the whole thing from my head. I have gone to the lengths of exploring (laughable) things like black magic, voodoo, witchcraft, electroshock therapy, lobotomy, hypnotherapy, what have you. I even stepped into a church, a mosque, a temple, a synagogue. Divine intervention didn’t work either. Medication, meditation, yoga, death metal, nothing worked. I drown myself in a sea of pills and alcohol. It hurts like a bitch. I can’t tell day from night, today from tomorrow. I have panic attacks in malls. I break down in public places. I have gone to psychiatrists and therapists and other horde of doctors. The only thing that keeps me calm is a hug from my husband and son. I’ve cried a river. I just have one simple wish now. I don’t want to be sad anymore.
So if there’s anyone out there who can help, please help a sister out. I am on the last rung of the ladder.
Fuuuuuuccccckkkkk you!
Fuck me.
Fuck everyone.
Fuck arsonists.
Fuck firemen.
Fuck doctors
Fuck diseased.
Fuck lifeguards.
Fuck drowning.
Fuck pilots.
Fuck planes.
Fuck water.
Fuck boatmen.
Can I just get a wrecking ball,
Or a baseball bat,
And smash everything?
Or should I just walk in deep waters,
And attend my own sea burial?
**No offence to any professions. Respect. Just rants of a fucked up woman
Yes, it’s true what they say. Money cannot buy you happiness. But it sure can buy you 5 star vacations and that’s about as happy as a grown-up can get. Sure, there’s the unhinged, unwavering, unwarranted happiness that is in a child. But that child grows up, in a society fret with problems. Problems created by grown-ups who build schools and colleges to help solve those problems. Talk about going in circles.
I have been on the planet over three decades and I can narrow down to two moments of sheer joy: one, when I married my now adulterous husband, and two, when I saw the man holding my baby in his arms. If that isn’t true love, I fail to see what is. And that same man denied me a hug a minute ago because “he needed some time apart”. I don’t even have any Valiums on me to counter that shrug. All I can do is whine to the world, where I know I am not even going to be heard. This man, he cheated, lied, and beat me up and blamed me for everything. I have started thinking that maybe I am the monster who torments someone so much they want to beat the shit out of them.
I have sobbed, slept on hotel floors, waited for a taxi at 2 in the morning because I was thrown out of the house, made to leave my child behind, been called a whore who can’t even sell her body for sex, and beaten up black and blue; why? Because I asked this person why he needed another woman in his life.
Five tequila shots down, I finally have the courage to share my story. I know there would be several women out there going through this and worse shit possible. If you are one of them, leave a message and the least we can do is give a metaphorical shoulder to cry upon. YES, face it, world! Women cry. They’re not being melodramatic, they’re just being real.
And if you are one of those wife-beaters, please, for the love of whatever you love, stop doing that, no matter how much she provokes you. You were born out of a woman. And just because someone annoys you or you are filled with rage, does not give you the right to hit a woman. Women are not the weaker sex. Women are the smarter sex. That’s why “housewives” is more common than “househusbands”. That’s right, we put our pedicured feet up and send the man to make money to buy us shoes.
In spite of everything, a woman would do anything in her power and beyond to protect her family. She is not just a mama bear to her sons and daughters. She’s mothering you as well, the “breadwinner”. She’s the glue that keeps it together; without her, everything would fall all over. RESPECT, mofos, RESPECT!
Go, go, go further in,
Nobody’s pulling you back in.
Why, is it a sin,
To love thy next of kin?
Walking drunk,
As a skunk.
Want to smash skulls?
Yours or hers?
Doesn’t matter,
Someone’s gotta go.
I sure as hell wish it was me,
Cuz I set a nanny cam,
Near the altar,
To see who sheds a tear.
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