All the things I cannot say
Forbidden
There is little tolerance for
My need to shout
To scream to you my whims
My knowledge
Intuition
I am always right
And you tried to muffle me
I was right
And now I know
But I cannot say what
Forbidden
For fear of repercussions
For even the most outlandish
And outspoken
Must know
Tact

Bury me
I am replaceable
Bury me
I had no investment
Bury me
I wasn’t committed
Bury me
And then choose
Your excuse
And see if
When heard
It rings true

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I am
Your very pillars
Your very walls
Without me
You might fall
But
You might not
Your ancillary support
Isn’t primary
After all
And
Replaceability
Is becoming
On one such as myself.

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Menacingly tangible
We compromise
As a barrier
Against what might happen
If we do not
Luring
Yet unacceptable
Menacingly tangible
We compromise
To avoid saying
No

I’m caught
In a haze of
Misconstruable evidence
And I can’t discern the truth
Only vague forms of
Discreet falsehood
I can’t discern the truth
From your personal verities
And I need you to
Relinquish me
Or I will die dizzy
In your casual
Immorality.

Ridiculous
I believe
Was the word I used
To keep coming back
To a false
Status quo
In the vain hope
That perhaps
Over-Idealism
Might become tangible
Yes, Ridiculous
To think
That changing
Would make it any better
When I cannot
Define perfect
For a crowd.

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You scorn him
You deride her
You look down your nose
And proclaim superiority
Over those disgusting
Morally repulsive
Others
But you
As I
Are the same
As them
But still you scorn
And deride
As if somehow
One person
In billions
Could be immune
To decay of the senses

Fifty percent.
In America the average divorce rate
Is astoundingly high,
And the odds for a successful marriage
Decrease
For children
Of ‘broken’ homes.

Fifty percent
Of couples
Can’t manage
To stay in love,
Which is itself
A classic case
Of half-empty
Versus half-full.

Fifty percent.
Perhaps the institution of
Matrimony
Should be abolished.
Perhaps the ideal of
Monogamous love
Should be relinquished.
Or perhaps,
We should look harder
Before we leap-

The more people that I meet
The more handshakes that I greet
The more obvious it becomes
That everyone is just like me
I am not special
But I am not alone either

There is a deficiency of valor
That’s been going around
Of Honor and integrity
And never keeping a good man down
Chivalry, Chivalry, that’s what I need
In this age of corruption just one noble deed

There is a lacking of strength
That’s been going around
Of heart and of mind
And all things earthen-bound
Chivalry, Chivalry, that’s what I seek
In this age of destruction, just one who can think.

There’s a shortage of faithfulness
That’s been going around,
Of loyalty and dedication
And monogamy that’s sound
Chivalry, Chivalry, that’s what I pursue
In this age of flirtation, just one who is true.