Misogyny;Why good men go bad...
My Mommy loves me?
When he was just a boy
He saw it all around
How men chased after women
Who put them in the ground
His mother ruled his father
She said that it was love
She used an iron fist
Inside a velvet glove
When he became a man
And women filled his mind
His little head took over
The big one had gone blind
The paradox he lived with
Would never be resolved
The pull of lust and need
But never get involved
He picked them up and used them
Then cruelly let them down
The women he made love to
The women in the ground
What he could never see
Till it was much to late
Was why his lust and need
Had turned to quiet hate
He died alone this man
Consumed by memories
Of his mother's iron fist
Which caused such misery
...................feed your head..................
