In order for me, to sum things up,
I will sip, from the Flyting cup,
don’t lecture me on autonomy,
when you’re riddled with hypocrisy,
you’re no tutor, slave to trends,
with such a mind, we can’t be friends,
like you, I don’t have the time,
and as I check, there’s ample slime,
so, be a genie, set dream alight,
by simply getting; out of my sight!
And you, over there, who knows what to wear,
why not rethink, to give a care,
for if you dress, to advertise,
you can’t judge, those prying eyes,
such a thing, repeated fault,
when you; for no reason; scream “ASSAULT!”
Men in the dock, are lambs to slaughter,
please don’t teach this, to your daughter,
thus, you too, I do abhor,
so, turn around, and use the door!