Women are more sexually aggressive than men. —Donald Trump
The smart do not run the show,
Because the smart are wise enough to know
It takes too much time and energy to make things go.
Studious, shy, I took a long time to make my start.
Half-asleep, avoiding others, is smart.
The capricious individual is the measure of all:
Freedom loves the sleepy, not those who strive and rise to fall.
Don’t wake the sexy one up. Don’t tell
Her she’s selfish, she’ll give you hell.
She’ll make you sorry. She’ll look down
On you with her smart, beautiful, angry frown.
Her anger will not let you like her anymore.
Beauty is smart. What do you think intelligence is for?
Smart goes into beauty—which is health.
Breeding for beauty is nature’s wealth.
The rare beauty is the measure of all, but this truth will hide
In group-think, in the compromising homosexual’s pride,
As the ivory-towered, triggered, heroically defy the law
Of smart nature—its growth, its instinct, its claw.
Managing group-think is the polite, industrious, delicate task
Of globalists, but the beauty doesn’t need it. So don’t ask.
Pity the group-thinkers, timid, who seek another kind of bond,
A merciful one, far from the sneer of the beautiful blonde.
Oh lazy beauty! Oh beautiful disaster!
My embarrassing poems breed—for you—faster! Faster!
