Love With Air Quotes Kinda-Sorta Not an Attack, Maybe It must be hell to live in your brain: The rules, the lies, the cage, the pain. Your hatred of innocents drives me insane, no matter how long you take to "explain." What kicks me the most is your treatment of love, As though it's a war or a push come to shove. You claim to be "banned" by some wizard above From so much as touching without wearing gloves. Toxic black blood wells up in my heart When I hear the "wisdom" you claim to impart: The tried and true way you think all must start, And the frivolous reasons one "must" break apart. Why all these bars? Is it 'cause you're afraid Of difference in taste, or of being betrayed, Or jealousy, when others' love is displayed And is fuller in spirit than just getting laid? And what's beyond that, what kind of perverse Worldview holds as fact that more love is "worse?" So I love three people, is that such a curse? Would you rather I hate the whole universe? And one more damn thing, it's such a disgrace That some say that love is just stuffing your face In company. How did the whole human race Put such a moronic custom in place? "ZOMG," you yell, "Oh, he's just ranting," "Like that time he got all hung up on enchanting." Well, I've had enough of your sycophanting. It's time to wake up and see what seeds you're planting. You're teaching that love's a conditional trait. It isn't. What you describe sounds more like hate. And significance in this strange thing called a "date?" I find more importance in patterns on slate. Now let me expound on this concept of "cheating," A popular thought that does naught but deleting The souls of those folks who think love is so fleeting It "must" be locked up and coerced with a beating. Benign as your pretence may actually be It implies and infers a hatred of free. And everyone who feels tied up to a tree Has been more harmed by "love" than could TNT. The concept of some lovers being "OK" And others "less" so (i.e. if you're gay, Or younger than some moron's mark by a day) Is so endlessly dumb I don't know what to say. This evident lack of all toleration May well be the cause of our world's great frustration. If "the" way to love is assimilation, I'll take something else, say, incineration. And things like the claims that something like dancing Is "sexy" enough to stop time advancing Compel me to watch, bemused by this prancing, Until I go home to try mind enhancing. It's something I guess I just can't understand, The "motion" just strikes me as nothing but bland. But that's not a reason to say I am banned From having someone with which to hold hands. I'm more or less weak, and this means to most The person to seek might as well be a ghost, And by bringing this up, I know that a host Of jocks et al. will tell me why I should roast. I'm really concerned at this point as I write About those of you who don't think it's a fight, Who don't see what's wrong, who think it's the height Of "morality," leaving us out in the night. I mean those of you who can celebrate, laud Your ability to despise those you deem odd Because you are told, "They deserve to be sawed" "Into pieces," by the dead words of your god. It's them and their ilk who have made me a "failure," And written my life to be lived in a trailer. When I say what I mean I'm compared to a "sailor," And beaten up by their provisional jailers. Does this make me evil? Should I go to "hell?" Or end up with someone repulsive in smell? Or rot in my home, decompose into gel Without having people be more than just "swell?" I think what's "forgot" is that I am a person, With hopes, dreams and fears, not something terse 'n' Empty like a robot's third version. I'm sentient, living, averse to conversion. Because of my thoughts I have been shut out. Because I seek love I can find none about, Much to the delight of the "holy" devout, Whose doctrines and dogmas I openly flout. Now in the dark of a solar eclipse Not even the cat can see past its lips. Woe to they "select" only by hips, Disregarding the soul or the wit in the scripts. But of course all of this is "bad for my health." Society thinks I should go back to stealth, So they can pretend to buy love with their wealth. I say to them, "Fine. Now go fuck yourself."