She dropped a ball and forgot to catch the others
They say she’s crazy, you must stay away
A woman who owns an opinion is dangerous
Especially if she only shares it with herself
Muttering coherent truths no man wants to hear
They pushed her outside of town so her ideas can’t spread
Like her issues are as contagious as a cold
That the sparks she speaks will wipe out an empire
Just goes to show how modern we compare to the Aztecs
The only illness that is infectious is cold hard cash
And just as they warned it only goes to the sick
The ones that lord over the ants building the nest
For a Queen in every segregated block of serfs
So say what you like about crazy Kay, she’s just like you and me
She’s only trying to make it through another day
Bites her tongue for some peace and quiet
And waits for the ones who can bear to hear it.
– Little Ginge x