To those of you who know his name
To those who choose to play his game
His game is fake.
And fake, you’ll find
Comes easy to the weak of mind
Slut, bitch, attention-whore you say?
About the clothes or men I lay?
Knives are down.
And dukes are up
For Christ’s sake, who wouldn’t I fuck
I don’t fuck with pride
I won’t fuck with guilt
revenge
Or nasty intents
And from my lips,
Do you read?
I never ever fuck for need
I could humor you or you
Or you
But I will never fuck with Truth
Truth is sometimes relative
Which pushes to speculative
But in his game
Our game
Truth is nothing but objective
No is No
And Yes is Yes
And lack of No does
Not
Mean
Yes
But in his game
His web
His life
Rape is the only sex-life
And this you know
This you’ve been told
So if you wonder why I’m cold
I know you know
I know you care
I know you don’t
Have the strength to dare
To use your brain
And entertain
The idea that
Those who are resistant
Those who remain indifferent
May bow their heads and stretch their arms
To watch the man they won’t disarm
Walk free and lay his guilt on
You.
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