The secret weapon of every fair maiden
is found in the boudour,
first there's makeup and then perfume,
all hallow's spineless smilin'
lovin' gentlemen with some charmin'
and some lil' barbie dovin'
then it's Fanny Hills all the way down
servin' milk and honey.
( As for the societal contract breach
is it also abandoned by men,
for we are not cattle to be herded,
so we played games instead :
If Reality was Rift,
they'd think I was a dimension rift
to a spaceship I arrived in,
in my pocket too - i'd be as a portal
to a world within worlds,
and i'd turn into the boss in the raids
wipe my own character,
and laugh at the graveyard returns
to defeat myself again
If Reality was Ark,
I'd sacrifice Gachas in the forests
and live in the treetop,
as my base would be on a Gigas trail,
and as it ate half of it
i'd have to build higher walls first
and change its path
to whomever was below the ridge,
as a drop dead beautifull !
If Reality was Counter
Strike - i'd simply never play it again
as my aim is terrible,
and i'd kill half of my team as there
was no user manual :
it moved - so I pressed the trigger
and somebody screams.
" I'll go back to playing that other..
as you didn't explain ! "
If Reality was WoW,
they'd think I was Gamon --- schillings!
but i'd have the ashbringer
in my pocket too, but never drop it - :
because fuck you.
and i'd turn into the time lost dragon,
when weather allowed :
You'd need NPC-RareScan Installed
and a strapon to tame me !
Yet reality isn't - one look outside
has it all turned to a show,
of exploits, shortcuts and drugs
honesty abandoned as us. )
Ye, It's expensive to finance the fiancee -
Runnin' around the rabbit hole
even Crassus was ruined by Desiree,
Marriage - ain't lovin' it no more
with the two button's in the flip drop -
dolphin's through childrens loops,
Divorcee - Grabbin half' and the Babies -
then Alimony, gone shoppin'
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