Dot Edit Dot - Baddies

Maintain your ascent
Prevent, disarm, charm, so you
Stifle dissent
There's nothing left of what you could have been
Drawn out, stretched, a pale imitation
A clown in need of constant reinvention
A bad man dressed up
A hollow suit of armour
A promise to protect
You can trust this little charmer
No attention, no recognition, no sedition
Brandy drinkers in a teetotal convention

Adjust the wig, polish the crown,
They'll beat themselves down
Umbilical link to the screen,
So they've seen
That deceit is in season
A eulogy to reason
A pesticide spray to the poppy field in season
Deliver yourself
To be willingly held and told and sold
A bold dream of retro English harmony
Of grace and racial purity
Of billionaire benevolence
Ensuring their security
Knowing full well
That we'll beat ourselves down and down and down

A mansplaining session
Constant micro aggression
Condition from birth
Making gender a weapon
Revisit insecurity
Beat into submission
The mission to subvert and blind to their condition
Get them there willingly, thrillingly, seemingly
Naive and anaesthetised to sordid trickery
Life as consumer, sold by abuser, bruised and bleeding and grateful just to be permitted to go through it all again. And again. And again.

Written by:
Paul Crouchman

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