men justice became her rallying call
ing her to the country her fuel the rejection
of men who'd loved her
so she hated the great men around her
Solidaritie Quebec, but she was a starry eyed dreamer beleiving all she was told
denying her own sly winks and lies, the spiteful down turn of her lips
crease age ran to catch up hurrying along to catch her up no denyiable bitch
that hag hanging up friend and foe pretty and plain pretty and callous vacant
to the peachy winds of peace, the pitchy winds of pissed
off women whose bittness knowing no end infinitely holding
to their breasts as god's gifts weren't spread evenly stung
to the breasts ugliness and spite venom as top dog of the pack
dressed in a potatoe sack for 15 years wastiing her youth's 30's.
workers, clerks fot he guilt of the fedegeal goverments pissy policities
to the old soldiers essentially men who'd fought. As others got pensions
.
And the little like this. C, B an others. speaking
their french kissing the , and sucking the ass, of the petty seperatist
movement in Quebec and its scum minions of nationlaism pure laine
fascism . Disgusting sentiamental exclsuvists scum of politics.
The secular catholic politicos stepping into the shoes of the seigneurs
and catholic prelates the 'church' making its dirty deals with 'les anglais'
. On the other side of t he river. After all the Englsih were the hated.
Enemy of old.
HIppy birthday forthe goo and moo and the flip and glib and he too hated was abundant and greater than him his glasses a monstrous glass mounted to mugger the other his brother the bettercrushing with the bitterness of the dealer former to the funder and his wife ran off withanother guy his closest 'best' friend as the bitch would have it and her crippled daughter to so he sold out to an engineer and erring his radio show cutting down ~