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Poem – A Shame and a Waste
Personas drop the moment truth strikes From my mouth Like misguided missiles guided To an Iranian's house
The distance this produces Is a shame and a waste But protection's more important Than ephemeral grace
Open the door too many times And the leeches find solace While you're jerking off to e-girls Hegseth's got your private correspondence
I don't enter partnership Expecting perfect synchrony But the way some of you interact's Got me speaking in soliloquy
This solitude is nothing Compared to the padded room All it takes is one 911 call From disgruntled former grooms
To eliminate illusions Of a private inner space People with embarrassed families Would rather I were erased
I fuck and make up reasons Why I was the better man But in reality my dick Thinks faster than my brain can
In retrospect, the cost was zero Laughing with a blunt The ontology I derive Was worth every romantic front
While you stay awake at night Wondering if I'm okay I'm taking on industries That monetize your mother's grave
The people that hate me Have reputations to protect So I'd rather not have you If marriage is what you expect
You can use that as a shield To treat me like the previous You think your metrics matter But you'll never be Stevie Nicks
So while I'd rather have the picket fence I stick with realism Those dreams died a bloody death Along with Soviet Communism
Growing up, I fell in love And over decades had it taken So my assumption when a woman wants me Is that she is mistaken
Call it Tortured Genius Syndrome Or call me gifted burn out But the reality is that I never needed flimsy clout
I much prefer learning From the masters in the shadows Then dropping them in silence Until I run out of ammo
The smoke up your asses Has reached your throats Suffocating on your smugness Has me mapping alternate routes
Your concern for reputation Bleeds through your facade And all it takes to know you Is to smile and to nod
The last thing I wanted Was to become this way I've had to fashion Kevlar from Ostracization and shame
The mathematics that you preach From your ivory towers Won't save you when your followers Realize you are cowards
I swooped in and took your Queen By the hips and had my way When all I wanted was to teach But you simps chased me away
That was the last time I helped Now I'm on the warpath There is no forgiveness For talentless hacks like you, "Wrath"
You can spout "Rationality" With pseudointellectualism But human language is something I only use to loose jism
From the organ I was given Into your internet crush If I have to be honest It didn't please me that much
Try pleasing a psycho woman While you're coming off Abilify At least my tongue was functional Enough to convince her clit it was mine
I cried into my pillow For an endless six months Until I realized she had murdered The last of my naive trust
Now I swallow the horror And I shit out the facts That make every AI startup Ask for an e-mail back
You dug your graves for years Desperate for "Illuminati" affection Playing Eyes Wide Shut Until the FBI detected it
Call it intuition or smarts I bailed when VALIS warned me From all your stupid hand signs And LA meet-ups when y'all were horny
You have burned your sense of self to core You can all blame Morgue But it was your own insecurities That made you conform.