Just because I grew up with you
doesn't mean
I have to condone your way of doing things,
your slackery get down party hard irrelevance,
because your slatherin relativity
will wither
in the hot wind of rigid sharia shakedown.
Just because I hunker down
at the onslaught of your slitherin sitcom triviality
doesn't mean
I have to concede to your casting spells,
because your broadcast of splinterin smithereens
will splatter
on the heartless blade of swaggerin sword.
Just because we part ways,
you to broad and me to narrow,
doesn't mean
I don't love you,
'though your stumble on slippery slope
will sever
our simple serfish slavery.
But when you strive to crucify
the likes of me
then don't be surprised at what's to come thereafter.
Selah.
Glass Chimera
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
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