If Shakespeare barely managed to tame a shrew
What makes you think,
You could wrap your mind around a siren?
You thought your mislabeled ideas could fit within her scope.
But you undermined your own intelligence
With a lack of common sense.
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I’m glad you’ve finally grown the fuck up.
Maybe it took the moment,
to purge the ignorance away,
And in that, you morphed into a woman.
If that is it, let it be.
Let it make your blood thicker.
Your words a proclamation.
Your understanding, enlightening.
You won’t know me
Because
I can’t think outloud
With you in the room.You mutilate my sacredness
With your satisfaction in complacency.
My discoveries and epiphanies can not co-exist
With your nonsense
With your everyday easy living
With your nine to five.
I’m twenty four hours
The world never stops
Especially if your in the process
Of altering its course
And you drink
And you are merry
And your prayer sustains you to your next sin
And I am somewhere else
In a different place
Living a life that you will never know.
