Kool-Aid anyone?

The outty and the inny
Fleshy repeated stabbings
Produce a ninny
To be tossed to the fray
And taught their worth for the day
Is to obey
What we say
Of how, when, and why to play

Its your moral decay we crave
Your wide-eyed innocence
Is all the rave
As we brand you
A useful slave

Here’s your collar
Go chase that dollar
My fun lil peasant
Time to chase the life of the unpleasant
And know my luv for you is not heaven sent

Quite the opposite
Ya lil shit
We care for you not
Your parents should have thought
Before they put pole to hole
They were condemning you
To exist in a toilet bowl
Of the insane and mundane
Where the reign is pain
And you have nothing to gain

We must confess
That as you progress
You continue to lose
The ability to amuse
And entertain
What was once a charm to behold
Now simply boring an old

We just wait for your mortal coil to fold
So, we can raise another
To call them brother
And let them know they are another
And to assume the role of a mother

Because your inny
Spit out a ninny
It’s our job
To decide for the slob
What they worship
And grind with their hips
They are what we tell them
With genderless lips
You’re not a he, she, them or they
Just simply a toy for the day
To be played
Then thrown away

We care not what’s between your legs
Your simply spoiled eggs
That won a race
In a clueless womb
Such is the case

It’s comical to see
The genderless free
Argue where to pee

The flesh factory only makes two
One is pink
The other blue
There is no mix or match
When you arrive
“its” already attached

If you have a complaint
Of the equipment given
Or dissatisfied
With what your living
Might I suggest
That you confess
You don’t have a clue
That you’re the few
With balls of blue
Or twat of not
Who wholeheartedly bought
The governments thought
That you are not
Who your supposed to be
That your blind
And can’t see

You were custom made
One of a kind
One in a billion
A rare find

But you listen to their putrid word
And allow them to keep you in a herd
It’s a sad display
From an amateur nerd
You’re an individual!
Or haven’t you heard?

Listen to your heart
Not to the confusion
They impart
God got it right
From the very start

He made you who you are
And what you are to be
He gave you the knowledge
And eyes to see

Open them and be free
And stop worrying
About your damn pee pee

Eric (and sometimes not)