I wanted to be a housewife
A homemaker
A little woman
Fucked once a week
Masturbating on others
But I became a female politician
And lost any appeal I ever had
I am supposed to care
But I was an introvert
Trying to be an extrovert
I support this cause and that cause
But truthfully I do not give a fuck
Fight your silly wars
If you starve what is it to me
I live in a nice house empty of love
So stick your causes up your filthy arse
Please do not quote me
I will deny all knowledge
Yet somewhere in a small room
A person is planning to kill me
The strange thing is that he likes me
He thinks about my breasts and cunt
As he fucks his younger sister
But he hates me because I am a woman
A supposedly successful women
Who has powerful and corrupt friends
My future assassin will never have been on television
Whereas I have an outstanding profile
Money power looks (?) a celebrated writer
He wears glasses that do not suit him
And is slipping into a faded obesity
When he kills me it will be unspectacular
On a wet Tuesday afternoon
Between meaningless meetings
A chink in my security will occur
I will be photographed for the morning editions
Before the censors hand obscures my death
In the gutter lies one of my deep blue shoes
A victim of the impact of my fall
There will those online who think that
That they can see up my skirt and this will become a fetish
But I am past caring my six minutes of fame have now passed
My assassin will be more celebrated than me
He raped his sister and brutalised his mother
But was kind to cats and dogs before he fucked them
Toxic masculinity all men are toxic no matter their colour
The world is in decay and a good woman has lost her life
I was not a good woman I was indifferent to the world
In the pocket of my soiled suit partially stained by blood
(We all shit when we die whether violently or in peace)
Will be found a note that I once wrote to myself
It will confuse
“It is very important not to mistake hemlock for parsley; but not at all so to believe or not in God.”