Should be making the rockin’ world go ’round
Don’t come nicely ’round here.
Thought you to be the snake, but a snake charmer instead
I’d call you a Godess, if any Goodness came of it
Spewing vitriol and venom
Planting seeds that spread like morning glory
I can’t even remember when friends were here together
I’m so far separated from it.
Feverish with jealously
Scratching at my back door
Longing to taste a piece of my snack,
The tune I hum.
Moaning of unrequited love
And husbands who don’t understand,
And bosses who are unfair
And children who don’t care
Stopped listening long ago.
I sit upon the rising sun.
I listen to the arguments in my head
The ones that I’ll forever leave unsaid
Because I’m not the instigator.
And you know that I’m right.
And now your arms and ammo are laid down
Time to harvest your own crops
Silly, petty, stupid women.
Throwing missiles aimlessly,
Hoping something, anything would stick
Filling your eyeballs with more hatred than they can bare.
I don’t care for you anymore, Lady.
I’ll light the way gladly
Watch whistling winds and clouds disappear
Your shadowy delusions sink away
You wretched women
Reeking of yearning,
Of daddies who didn’t love enough
Of lovers who will never fill the void.
Sad, sad women.
Encasing yourselves in pity
Bathing in insecurities
Embracing each others’ dark whimsy
I’ve retired my defenses
Taken the stronger course
But kept my poise.
Is not that bad.
Everyone secretly thinks I should get over it.
But I’m not ready to make nice.
Not until you come clean
Make my fucking world turn ’round.