The male responding to the female
Is a polite plate for the food of famine,
Families are devices from this good.
The male is replying to his maid,
With smiles and slander, suspicion
Is suppressed by the maker of minds.
The male person is a human being,
He asks you to straighten the pews,
Collect the taxes and ask him to cheer,
The cheering masses drive forward
According to the general’s plan.
His plan is of a script hiding behind the scenes.
I see the noises of the past with his ears
Looking to the forest of endeavour and magic,
Feeding a frenzy, liking the hungry as
If their bellies fulfilled the profession.
My planning will be plain, like the caresses
Of the handmaiden, of the sisterhood
And the artists that carry moods.
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