The Ism
Talking bout the isms and shit.
Your lack of humour and wit.
Your lack of shades of grey.
Your lack of colour to sky.
You lack the glint in your eye.
You’re dark.
Man that’s all you’ll ever be.
Ain’t got shit on Eternal Rhapsody
Please you’re pathetic.
Where is your poetry,
Your symmetry,
Your flowing lines of verse?
Making your art form a real thing of worth.
The picture you paint is finite.
One day it will fade into quiet night.
Homophobia, fear, The,"Man, Hey look it’s a queer"
Your issues are small.
Only made valid by your need to abhor.
I challenge you now.
Dare you, better start wondering how–
You move another beyond tears of pain,
into tears of love,
tears of life,
tears of joy.
But wait!
Fear is your only toy.
I wrote this after RAPS performance, generally angry with life at that point, but hey I think the poem is quite nice. The ending has been omitted because it is quite offensive
