If Objects Could Speak

If objects could speak,
They'd always say yes,
And they would reveal
They faked their distress.
Since they lack speech and
Communication,
Consent falls prey to
Interpretation.
Though they can't speak,
They sometimes make sounds,
Which may seem like "no,"
But don't you slow down -
SHE WANTS IT.
You may sometimes find
Objects resisting,
But all you must do:
Keep on insisting.
If there were no screams,
No forceful fights back,
Then who would believe
It was an attack?
But if you do find
That there is friction,
Do it, regardless -
Rare is conviction.
If objects could speak,
There's nothing to say.
She knows just like you:
The matter is grey.
Because, hey, guess what?
She had been drinking,
She dared to go out,
What was she thinking?
And maybe her skirt
Was not worn too high,
But the way she walked
Was not at all shy.
Don't get me started
On her thin-strapped shirt.
She shouldn't wear it
And not expect hurt.
So don't pause to think
About what she wants;
Everything she did
Was just meant to taunt.
SHE WAS ASKING FOR IT.
And don't you think twice
If she starts crying.
You know she loved it.
That bitch is lying.
They won't believe her;
It's he-said-she-said.
They will convince her
It's all in her head.
You did nothing wrong,
So you won't get caught.
The act turned her on -
It's totally hot.
The power steamy,
You didn't use tape,
Nor cut or bruise her -
That can't be called rape.
And if she denies,
Wants your confession,
Then rape her for real -
Teach broads a lesson.
Between you and me,
I bet she wants that;
Rape would be a dream.
She's ugly and fat.
If you go to court,
You'll "rape" her again,
As you'll clearly win
Without evidence.
"Innocent until..."
Innocent you'll stay.
Can't prove no consent
In this twisted game.
Sexual assault,
A favourite of mine,
They'll blame the victim -
It's the perfect crime.
You hold the power,
Have more in your pants.
You will always have
Control in this dance.
You know she wants it
You know that she begs
And it's your birthright
To get between legs.
You're not a stranger,
So it's not assault,
You're an acquaintance,
Which makes it her fault.
She just should have known,
She should have fought hard,
She's too dramatic,
She's not really scarred.
Birth, social, legal
Rights are on your side.
If cunts try to speak,
You can override.
Women aren't people,
Just vulvas, boobs, butts,
And deep down inside,
All of them are sluts.
So don't be afraid
To take what is yours.
Don't be a pussy -
Those belong on whores.
They may tell you "no,"
But this, don't respect;
She really means yes -
They're only objects.