Bougie Women

Your world is not my world,

And your earth is not my earth;

Your stuck-up ways

Shall vanish in the haze,

What kind of society are you living in?

For the streets you walk

Are not my streets,

And the clothes you wear

Are not my cup of tea;

For the tea I drink is pure

And yours is just dirty--

Dirty lies, dirty sheets, dirty men;

You're just dirty, dirty, dirty.

Shall a man have respect for you,

honestly?

Shall he buy you a house?

Shall he buy you a car,

Without you being dirty?

For your power is meaningless

You dirty, filthy, waste of life...

For you are a tyrant

And you are an embarrassment to all humans,

myself included;

Because I hate you all, you bougie women

Looking down on other souls

With your fake smiles

And astonishing breath--

Does God offend you?

Because you offend God,

For God don't like ugly

And he is not crazy about you.

Spare me with the details, your decent love

For your roses stink like dead frogs

In the sea,

And in the sea you shall drown

A sorrowful death...

Then who will you give your money to?