Leading me down.
A pungent and cloying,
I rely on this bloom,
One can mark a season,
After its arrival.
If I linger too long,
I get a headache.
Keep your vile laws off of my wife.
Keep your vile legislation off of my daughter.
Keep your fucking hands to yourself.
Keep your goddamn religion to yourself.
I hope that there’s another Civil War,
So I can come down to your backwater toilet,
And scrape you out of existence.
You reside in a womb of surety and hubris that is not earned,
But a projection of your own self-loathing.
Life is a choice.
Taking away choice is a violation of liberty.
If you aren’t a woman you cannot possibly understand the consequence of sex.
So either keep your mouth shut, or your dick in your pants.
Hey, Sir! If there was even the slightest possibility of you becoming pregnant after sex, this wouldn’t even be an issue.
There would Be access to abortion offices in every backward strip mall.
Right next to the liquor and gun stores.