the overly genitalized togetherness
the vaginated redundancy
of self inflicted passion
that makes us total strangers
in *****  form
seeking for a sense of oblivion
which we call "peace"

the warring factions have found us
and call us "home"

we stagger to the party
drinking "tea"
like any fool would
and we are nothing
if not fools
calling our indifference "love"

we were born in strength
we are now weak
we are dying
and we know it
but "who cares?"
is what we have been
trained to say

and so we say it!
we talk so well
we say "i love you"
to the corpses we breed

our overly genitalized pain
our vaginated lonliness
our cardboard images
upon ****** sheets