Free Speech: themusicalrevolution.com

S'all so hard to believe,
How she weaves her tapestry of,
Lustful lashes and airbrushed cleavage.
So unreal.
Unpeel the feeling, stealing,
Our zeal for believing,
In the surreal.
Our excessives,
Are impressive.
So much less if,
We look a little closer.
Your lens will show her.
Focus.
Clear all of the debris,
And see,
That we are all,
About as free,
As we allow.
How can we be,
For-getting others?
Sisters and brothers swept away,
By our negligence;
Pretending unintelligence.
So, your elegance,
Young enchantress,
As real as a Der Fuhrer's,
Vision.
Your mission is you.
Your hair, too, a long flowing noose.
Your loose lips so full,
Neckline plunges, lunges, pulls,
Piles us on top.
Your supple breasts,
Festering 3rd world anger.
Narrow waist escapes danger.
Curvaceous hips,
Wages War.
Legs stand for,
Our tendency to whore,
Out the planet your feet so gracefully walk on.
So stalk on...
Free.