Misogyny VS The Common Rules Of Misconception - Miocene

My morality demands a reaction

My reality requires retaliation

Did you think you could trade a boy for a boy

And be forgiven, purer than a vacuum?

You don’t elicit that in me.

See, you were a great fuck

But a bad conversation, get me?

It makes me

Laugh to think of the clever lines I wasted

Casting my rod deep into your pool of dipshittery, but you can’t say I

Didn’t try

Wasted time trying to hook a thought in you that wasn’t stagnant

Or at least one not covered in mildew stains and drowned fish

Barnacle piss aroma stagnant mould chamber soothsayer

Postprophetic of frogspawn dawn, when it grew too strong

I couldn’t reach you with a vice, drill and manual on trepanation

Come on, stagnant pond, did you really think I’d fallen

For YOUR bait?

Your

Core fans the hate, more

More bands to date, oh yeah

And who’s your mate?

I’d fuck her right here on the dirty studio floor

Without protection, unless you count closing the door

So, Queen, who’s your absent Ace of Spades now?

Oh cool

I’m glad you’re no longer a two out of ten.

Oh yeah

Quit starting shit with my friends.

It’s boring

And I don’t want to have to tell your Jack that I broke his back with my

dogmatism, it’s a flash print

See, I like him.

If I didn’t I’d take a deep breath in and blow the whole house

of cards to cinders: something self-nullifying but strangely satisfying;

these primitive urgings were made for pacifying and that’s just what I’ll let

them do

And, this is what it is to be truly on the cutting edge for you;

sliced up

I’m a bleeding-edge razorburn ice-pick danger fix kinda guy, but of course

You remember that from the outdoor ports we drank dry together

Less talk more sport

So how do I tell you that my position is unchanged?

And will remain unchanged?

How do I tell you that any words you speak to me will dash you further

Against the steelcored granite column of my seldom-seen ethical centre?

I think I’ll just put on my happy face

And laugh right in yours