I've got a terrorist in my mind
a documented citizen of my own realm of existence
who likes to harass me daily
it is the fact that members of the human race
**** sapien
Homosexuals
Walk around and live their daily lives
I sit and stew in my little glass jar
Cubicles in my brain process their data nonstop
And I find myself trapped in a
Small storage facility of thought
Positive thinking is sorted and stored for a later date
There are flowers on my thighs
and here I sit bound in constant adoration
Out of breath in this sea of fish
Sure there are others but none like these