The Man on the Mountain
A Poem on the Patriarchal Design
Do you like my shoes?
Are they colorful enough?
Did you read the news?
It’s not wild enough
When you look at your phone
You can’t read the room
With an unhealthy tone
You isolate the room
You fool
You need
Your space
You know
Your face
Your nation
Your race
You’ve got a message in one hand
And a finger in the other
You’re a species with no plan
And a hatred for all others
You fool
You’ve got
Much space
How much
Will take
Away
Your hate
Like a dragon on mountains
Of golden theft
You slumber with thunder
Your fire roasted chef
Non-discriminatory explosive device
Enforcing your exclusionary life
The other has a mother
And you fucked her twice
While your mother and your father
Sleep in peace all night
Morality held within
Will never help a needing friend
For your purpose of life
Is to take what’s right
For you
Not Them
Not him
Or me
For you
To end
And set
You free
Never mend
Only end
And destroy freely
Never send
Any love
Only hatred please
Never learn
Only burn
Dispassionately
Crazy countless cunts of Christ
They pull out pointless meanings and fright
A vain villain vaulting civilians values
For he
For thee
Not we
For one
Not all
Just fall
We’ll watch it all crumble
Till the very end
They’ll burn it a sunder
Never let us mend
Pursuit your fame
Reframe their pain
Control the game
Then change its name
It never ends
It goes over and over
We’ll watch till the end
It goes over and over
Go find a friend
It goes over and over
Don’t fear the end
It goes over and over
It goes over and over
It goes over and over
It goes over and over
It goes…
