you standing there with your scientistic mind, infected so deep an impenetrable line,
a limit on the truth thats so perplexing and weird, so you just wear it on your face like a chick with a beard.
gone tranny, gone keto, gone rich and gone poor, gone before i even had a chance to show you the door.
gone poetry, gone love, gone The Hosts From Above, come fire, come steel, come the slaughter of the dove.
there it is. let it sting. desire it more than a diamond ring.
and recall, if you will, when doing your spreads, that time waits for no man - and soon you'll be deadz.
#poemstr
