To George

I can't stand you and your protocols
You walk around swinging your imaginary dick looking for someone to fuck over and over until your power disintegrates your skin and decorates you in a hideous way
Lies fall out of your mouth and I tripped over one the other day
Yet every day you prepare yourself to be pretty for the man
To suck his dick in the break room while drafting new policies to catch more prey, nourishment for digest on your way to the top
Feminists fuck better, oh yeah they do…
Right in the ass to an unsuspecting comrade,
Suffocating, you become the struggle.
The head that you so enjoy sucks the air out of the room and I am ashamed to call you sister.