Keep all your stars
Unaligned
Disarrayed
You’re afraid
What you feel for me
Isn’t the same
**** they say to you
Clay and glue
Molded and stuck
On this notion
Emotion’s
Just looking to ****
Or the universe
Curse
Is just energy ******
By another conflicting
Dope horoscope trope
When we both know this ends
With mortality’s rope
So submit to their cleverest
Platitude
Tunes
And reject my objection
To lunacy moons
If we can’t disagree
Peaceably and move on
Then the prospect
Of friends
Is already long gone