Kara Thrace and her special destiny

I got the crazy, but not enough mad

I got the woman, but no girly for no lad

I wander possible planets all day

But my autism isn’t on par, they’ll say

I got them original uniquely intelligent ideas

Yet the genius escapes me for lack of paranoiac fears

Like I’m almost there, always just out of reach

Of Their measure, Their standard, those

Prerequisites They preach

Poised to spring for the throat, holding in all my claws

I simply haven’t the human heart to kill

Though death-dealing burns through all fours

Crimes out there I’ll never commit

Grime of hateful spite I’ll never spit, ugh

Time to think but never sit

Rhyme they might not like one bit

But I honestly couldn’t give a shit

Cos I got the steel tits to go for it

see Anonymous ART of Revolution