Don’t be mistaken.
All us girls
live in fuckin’
Wonderland.
Believe me, girls, when I say
that while we sit on their
lap, whispering our secrets
and darkest wishes,
you think they’re really
listening? Don’t make me laugh.
They’re thinking
how to tap on your hiney
and shove their stick
into your shaved pussy.
And it’s not being mean —
it’s just experience.
Because after being
the precious prize of the king,
the pauper,
and the almighty himself,
one thing they all had in common:
They never really listened.
And instead of what we've been told,
I always found myself
as the one
with the biggest balls in the room.
So what’s the point
of being in fuckin’ Wonderland
if instead of being on my knees,
eyes lifted and giving you the lead,
I had to glue back together what’s left
of the pieces of what once was my soul?
So maybe instead of
being Alice and the Mad Hatter
in fuckin’ Wonderland,
let’s just be
you and me —
just two people
who hear the call
from within.