i love two people
i love the man that made me
i love the man that i made

everyone, everything
pales in comparison
and i don’t understand the dissent
to this

most obvious fact
in fact, i’m offended
to be questioned
of its authenticity

why would i care about you?
reader, listener, viewer, visitor?
i would not piss on fire to put you out

and if you pay me
i withstand you only
to secure the future
of those two men

why is that offensive?
it’s offensive to me
that you don’t agree
that you don’t have the same two
to defend

whether it be
father & son
or daugher & mother
or wife & son
or husband & daughter

you would send us to slaughter
to spare your family a flesh wound,
wouldn’t you?

if you wouldn’t
then i don’t respect you
and i want you far from me

i want you playing videogames
with the other AI banshees
i want you to self-limit
i want you to die out

how am i to love anymore
jokers, passerbys
meandering along with digital roses

not understanding
that i would pluck each eyelash
to simply
write a worthy rhyme
for you?