My voice is bitterness
my stance is stoic
my manner is aggressive
my attitude is non-acceptance
if you want pliant you found me wrong
if you want society look elsewhere
I do not bow down to those that loathe me
I do not succumb to your traditional words
Yoke yourself with that great harness
For I have just given "society" the bird.

I am not a woman to be trifled with
to bend to your irksome ways
i shoo you like the pests you are
and go about my days
What makes you think i will forget
what my sisters have fought for
what makes you think i will spit on them
this freedom they have given me
and more freedom i shall give
to our daughters.

If i make your dinner
wash your clothes
bring you your beer
you call me dear.

If i make your bed
find your tie
console your life
you call me wife.

Yet, when i want to go to school
or get a job for us
or look at a nice couch
I am now a grouch.

When I want you to help
or maybe just a date
or even a night alone
all you do is moan.

So now as you look around
that house so clean
and the wife so pleasant
you can wonder where the hell i went.

Strings pulled
heart plucked
and stomach stuffed
With your crap
Sick?
no
Mad?
no
Tired?
no
Consumed
with nothing
of everything
and frustration
of reality.
Get over it!
no
Grow up!
fuck you
Immature!
why shouldn't i be
Follow the rules!
Bite me
Listen to life!
you're deaf
Do as you're told!
you first
Insolent wench!!
thanks
BEHAVE!
never
AAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!
now you understand.

Love poems are sick
'specially from my lips
for they are a muse enchanted
and a view slightly canted
they are like lies
you tell yourself
to get you by

In a life so short
it's better to retort
that you aren't still hooked
and that your heart is booked

for someone that doesn't know
while you chase yourself
in a very deep hole

I mean, when do you go on
stop whining and end the song
when is there ever closure
so you can go to the pasture

and know that your milking
days are done
cause cherie,
you just ain't the one.

Sick and tired of your prattle
i'm not another of your chattle
Get your head out of my ass
if you think that you can pass
that charade you call normal
and blame it on being hormonal
I'm sick of your labels and masquarades
sick of all these stupid games you've played
Do you think me so thick as to think
that i'll take it all with acceptance at your wink
Stupid worthless bastard you must be
to think i think this is free
i know the taste of freedom on my tongue
and it wasn't provided by your material sum
i know the feeling of greatness in my veins
and it isn't there because i was vain
How dare you cast me down so low
with such a fickle and immature blow
take your label and mark yourself
i'm not your cute girly elf
i'll rip the words from your throat
and on their fallacy you will choke
as i expose you for the fiend you are
claiming you have wisdom from the stars
HA! don't make me laugh
you're just a damn ass
that thinks this life is deemed by hate
and for you in my life it is too late
cause foolish beasts like you
are definitely through
once i run my claws through your field of lies
and all that's left are the buzzing shit-eating flies.