Why I Hate You

Your delusionalism is the topper. Your goals for absolution vomitable. You have that quality, that poison floating in the kool-aid prickle like dream boats. You understand that some form of a cross gets people wound up. Clapping monkeys. You and your jamboree. Your imaginary gods are undoubtable. Been trying to shake that dream. You were catching up to me. When women commit to you you pull up your cape and soar. When women kill for you you are a god. When I try to forget you, you are a monster.