I feel misogynistic in a poetic sense of the word. Like a cry against existence...
A turn against the fire of creation in a quest to stop the madness. I see the news and there is nothing but sadness in a world devoid of gladness. Why do we stake our claims on badness?
I feel misogynistic in a poetic sense of the word. Like a cry against existence...
Ennui is the chatter-Left? Right? Center? FINE!
But can see the tatter?
You're too old to thrive on flatter.
That's why you can't see what's the matter!
I feel misogynistic in a poetic sense of the word. Like a cry against existence...
Is this the message you want to send that neighborliness has no friend? Even Sodom & Gomorrah went that trend and we all know that fantastic end! Given our past, what I fear around the bend is a future we cannot defend!
I feel misogynistic in a poetic sense of the word. Like a cry against existence...
