Feel good for a minute then implode
 As the lack of an aphorism sticks in your throat with ire
 Depose your vernacular, argot
 Why have pride in a lyric when all the other songs go – 

 It’s a question [bad word] 
 It’s a question of [bad word] 
 It’s a question of everything you’ve ever been told.

 Minimum culture, minimal wage
 I’m an onion peel my layers back
 Minimum silence, minimal change
 I’m an honest man, depths my tears lack
 And if there’s love, let me know
 Because I want you [bad word] and put the beauty back

 Blurred vision and the hobble of thick prose
 Why empower misogyny while violence towards women grows?

 But this filth stands on a quicker sand
 Next to cold hard fear and the deeds of man
 The abuse of body image as a form of control
 And the typical portrayal of the feminine role
 I have never been more appalled.

 Pick me up with rhythms and waveform
 That can symbolise a culture lost
 Sing about the future like you mean to
 I’m never going to count costs
 Question the agenda of an industry
 That only can objectify
 You write about a non-existent blurred line
 But not about abortion rights