What does it feel like when they crave your blood?
Put you on a pedestal, make you our thug
To purposely maim is to purposely kill
And to destroy
So why is it when your body hits the casket with a thud
Your reputation is thrown to the mud
Why is it when you knock on death’s door like they asked they forget what it is like to truly bring a thug to task
A piece of lasting entertainment
A piece of ass
What mess they make of feminism
What they bloody have the cheek to ask
To be perfect in all the ways a man
Without risking a bit of sass
No room for doubt, no doubt.
Your slip will begin to show
But hey, that’s all they want and that’s all they care to know