Those matchbox fantasies Gunmetal grey panties with soft pink polka dots She placed a stiletto on her wooden leg Character assassination plots go all for naught Unassuming by way of distraction She’s hiding a switchblade under that dress She’s dangerous down to her core A beautiful woman – you don’t want to mess Beware of their corrosive accolades There’s no exoneration in the line of fire She’s insolent about your theoretical love In the end, she’s killed you with her underwire
Listening to Wollstonecraft on the radio “Don’t turn that dial!”, that’s what the DJ said Not tied to any system; I’m still analog I’m dangerous; so the advertisers pled
Hereditary responsibility to the common good Therefore I don’t believe what I’ve been taught I see y’all got opinions, from your suburban thrones & these school systems regurgitating corporate rot
Criminal malpractice leaves us with poor examples But we’ve seen far worse on both sides of the aisle Bribing the lowest common denominator for votes Rewrite history, but perhaps that’s not in your files
I’ve been cast off, labeled a subversive heretic But I’m easy – so I’m doing my best to unlearn To unwind these falsehoods they tried to entrench The slow burn; time to take candor for a turn
Rash choices based upon juvenile aesthetics The understanding that we all might partake Though one must know speaking the truth too loud Turns into testimony & they might burn us all at the stake
I’m hanging on for dear life As you whisk me around I’m dangerously close My soul being bound To you & all this joy You whisper it’s not real That you’re just a dream Then how come I can still feel