Oh look, it's the fucking gender police

Defining the rules of belonging based
On current cultural trends at best, 

And factually only on whifs of antique farts, 
Spread by armies of metal swinging dicks, 
Stark raving mad Catholic cucks, 
Cucked by the Lord Himself. 
Abandoned. left in their mucuous, velvet pools of shredded dignity and infantile rage. 

Dear fucked up priorities, 
We are NOT the enemy. 

Trans, gay, poor or coloured people are not
Standing on anybody's necks 
(unless you ask us to) 

All sparks of 'definitional debate genius' 
Wither us and rot our core
As True Power instrumentally saps and drains the very roots of our Earth. 

Dear, fucking gender police, families, fannies and fancies, 
You and me are more alike than the 
Fucked up "Cucks Capitalia" 
A group so weak that they can have
Every thing, except a shred of human connection. Or trust. 

No need to protect their interest, 
They do that just fine. 

You and me, we want the same things:
That our voices matter
That we get to decide how we build OUR lives
That the next generation gets to see a world of a truly 'human' nature. 

Together - Forever. 


Or forever a part. 


Love only speaks from the heart. 

Peace. 

#FF #poetry #venting #love

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