Lest you find yourself amongst the bones,
Mask your face and quiet your soul.

Flock in lines of the mundane and meek,
Zip your lips, peacful keep.

This genocide of individuality is perverting our kind, incestually.
Perfect patterns, mechanically, processed, soundly.

The flawed are pushed aside,
The individuals are boxed up, shipped out, Pariahs.

So, don your masks, one and all!
Suit up, and watch your sheeple fall.

never date a boy with commitment issues.
the way he treats you after a breakup is more important than how he treated you while you were dating.
never date a boy who smokes cigarettes.
you can't change someone no matter how hard you try.
never date a boy that's lonely.
don't hookup with someone if you like their personality.
never date a boy who thinks his **** is a gift.
be wary when he says "i love you" at the end of a relationship.
never date a boy who feels no emotion.
if he mentions a girl, he'll probably **** her when you break up.
never date a boy with no ambition.
love is an illusion.
never date a boy who measures the success of a relationship in the number of times you ******.
if his actions don't match his words, don't believe what he says.
never date a boy who begs to not use a ****** when both of you have no intention to start a family.
if he makes no time for you, don't waste your own time on him.
never date a boy who doesn't like breakfast.
if it's too good to be true, it probably is.
never date a boy who's a racist.
when he says he always has doubts about relationships but you make everything feel okay, remember that doubts will overcome any good feeling.
never date a boy who loves you out of convenience.
"you feel like a sister, but incestually" is not a compliment.
never date a boy who prefers hard cookies to soft ones.
if your friends and parents tell you not to get involved, listen to them.
never date a boy who has different relationship ideas than you.
if he says "we'll try again" when breaking up with you, he's lying.

seems I was once
a God
long ago
maybe in Olympia
or figuratively I was once:
both cruel and a coward
and both my parents
disliked me;
when came a time
I invented wine
and danced at springtime festivals
in my honor;
Where the sound of music
festooning me as I danced wildly high on wine,
as my silver bow became entangled in the olive
branches, I got plowed under;
then, thrown in the cold Caspian
to sober by my regal comrades
i may have caused earthshakes, sorry,
earthquakes, (still a bit groggy)
I envied my brother for
even Gods seem to have superiors;
then this girl Hera
also my sister by the way,
(I know a bit incestually *****)
caught me while I was
messing around with others
and I grew angry
(mad at being caught)
and thundered and stormed
like  no other could.
I had finally reached the pinnacle.
THE most powerful,
yet I still had tantrums?
As I throw another
thunderbolt down!