Ode to the Pink Power RangerA Poem by eli mercuree rue
When I was five,
still as innocent as one could be, I had a crush on the Pink Power Ranger and wanted to be the Red one. Danger, danger, red alert. Someone stop this girl before her feelings get hurt. But no, I just thought he was cool and could fight like all hell and she was cute and I liked her voice and her hair. And I swear The voices in the back of my head Didnt tell me anything differently than what we all Instinctively know. Social Darwinism at its worse, I was just another curse, a Bruise, soon to be another ridiculed fuel To this earth, because I wanted to do more than survive, I wanted to be the man, [And not in the sense of having a penis], but to Have all his power and take his girl From his fingertips, Make his stomach quench, Let him see that while he was incoherently Babbling, I took over the world. Make him see that Dicks are replaceable With enough Brainpower and Vagina. Let him see that I could rape his mind empty too. But I was five, What the hell did I know? I was just another baby Soaking in the sweat dripping Pores of a thousand maybes And I was holding The rifle to the skull of Repetition Unlocking the caged doors Of Inhibition, just to walk Her to the Electric Chair I was becoming a murderer of Monotony And a liberator of Lobotomy Yes, I was drilling holes Into the whole of the head of Jesus Because his brain was under excessive pressure His nerve tracks needed loosening And I was there to do the sprucing Up of the uneducated minds Who told me who I am/was Is/was not right The ones who told me Who I should be They had me choking on Their beliefs Chained up until I accepted Their opinionated facts of what it was to be a Lady WoMAN or Girl struggling in this world They left me marinating Like a baby in an incubator Brainwashing one lie over and over again Staining my soul with hate For you For myself The only person I truly knew Inside and out They killed me with Doubt And resurrected me with my own Tears of Disgust Lathering me up Preparing me for a world Where I should seek approval And nothing else Play the strings of Cupids harp And shoot arrows in only one direction Live my life a lie Just too peacefully survive Is what they whispered into my ears for me to live by For me to do For me to breathe And I did, but after a while I said F**k that, If you dont like me for me You can suck on my castrated Chains of Mutiny [In cuntly fashion beotches] I stood up for what I believed in And broke the chains of Satans semen I crucified everything I had ever known Left them burning at the stake of sanctity With the rest of the worlds false hopes and dreams I screamed out lord save me save me And he said F**k you little baby You left me along time ago When you first said no And I said No lord, no Please, please, please just hold me lord Cradle me Shelter me Love me again lord And he said I am repulsed By every beat of your heart Every glance of your eyes Every whimpering cry you shout out to me Go dance free with Satan You little accidental baby God hated me So I closed my eyes And prayed to Myself that I would never wake up again And be forced to face the wrath of My unwed sins I would of rather have been Trash pissed on in the sand Instead of who I knew I was I was ready to die by Homicide/Suicide, anything to get me put 60,000 feet under Leave me resting with forgotten flesh Of Kings and Queens And million year old bones Of things we have never seen Because I was a stranger in my own flesh and bones F**k you little baby F**k you little baby F**k you little baby I heard the sound of thousands Of bigot pricks chanting in my ear [I know I wasnt high] Opened my eyes and saw Ten thousand years of Satans hatred Peering down into my soul Quenching every inch of my cardiac muscle Laughing at me suffering in the womb of where It all had started Where I breathed my first breath of air Lived, played, died Recited my first I love Yous And plagiarized book reviews in elementary school Satan was f*****g me over for the last time in my life And all I could say was B***h, choke on my emancipated ligaments And all I could do was Pick up my all mighty Anti-AntiCuntRevolution Slayer Hold the trigger Not looking at where I let the crimson tide Delve deep and dive I was going crazy And on that day I would have killed Satan With my tongues deadly bullets firing I would have made him beg for euthanasia If it had not of been for Mary Magdalene Whispering I banged Jesus I banged Jesus Hard Into my ear. © 2008 eli mercuree rueAuthor's Note
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