Within creased paper lie binded souls
Firmly held within my clutch ,
Ideology hemorrhaging as non-opposables only bend so much.
Thirsty i reached for a swig of your cup
This vessel mishandled
the contents soaked through bedrock
Its remains a drink for the decrepit.
Man in the subway
do you have a purpose
is it to make music
or to make others sing
the song of the subway as
the trains screech by
ignores you completely
throwing money proportionally
into your jar based
on their income and
based on their morals.
It is simple as this:
I act, you react.
You impose your ideas,
I become empathetic,
You feel triumphant,
I apologize to make you feel better,
You feel better,
I did what I "was asked" to do.
I may be a sociopath or crazy
For I don't feel words anymore
I spill them out to please others
When in me resides an empty peace.
My love is not controversial.
You are not permitted to
Define it, or make light of it.
It is not my choice to love.
I didn’t pick and choose.
You call yourself so righteous
In your morals, but you
Which your dear
Religion told you so often
Not to. don’t call my love fake,
Do not make slander.
Don’t pretend that you’re better than us
Do not protest at our events,
It will only make you seem more
Ignorant to the truth.
Your closed-minded morals disgust me.
Just think how many connections,
Friends and acquaintances you could have.
I’m sorry you judge us so easily,
But I can’t care about it