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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.

-BU

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