Of this I am not a fan.
Although I don't understand,
why I live with this extremely boring band.
I have come to accept that I am part of a clan.
That is telling me not to be me till I am a old man
Everywhere I see content for that which is fair
Everything is fine if it is burnt down and bare
Eventually I’ll see the beauty that lies in me and my people’s lives
Except for now I will keep my prejudices and believe that we don’t have jive
But isn’t having prejudice part of my creed?
Are we not supposed to fear that which is different?
Shunning that which is part of a different breed.
I am not sure why, but it’s what we do to be efficient.
Don’t act like you cannot understand why I hate
Everything I do is simply innate
No one can escape our hurtful habits
Of this I know for I have seen it in abbots
You may laugh at these silly rhymes
However, if you do it is only to avoid your crimes
Which I have seen in your thoughts and actions
You to would do what I have done in my interactions
Don't Judge me I love shitty poetry. Especially when I write it.
Moral of the story: I am not Oscar Wilde
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