You give us women far too much credit.
Why do you believe that we have acetone running through out veins?
Not enough to stop us in our tracks, of course,
but just enough to dissolve the bonds
formed through distorted feedback.
Why does a girl you call ugly
screeching into a blustering microphone
terrify you so?
Do you fear that she is the long haired banshee of Irish myth,
come to announce the death of rock n roll
with her piercing scream?
I think that for you,
she is Eve.
Ever dooming us all to a life outside of what you call paradise,
bland and unchanging, full of cliches
But I see that she knows that there is more to this all
than this world of ignorance and seclusion.


The apple is worth it all.