Chick-lit

butterflies don't whirl in my stomach

that's why I can't stand talking heads

who experience l-o-v-e for the first time.

'cause suddenly they become Greek philosophers

write poetry and letters, hand-craft shit and

bake awful stuff. its not art, folks.

instead, I'd rather rip out their intestines,

extract and examine those insects like a shrewd

entomologist.

so what

if a person returned or didn't return your

feelings? how the hell it matters doesn't make

sense to me. far as I'm concerned, gutter rats

are scavenging my guts like millions

of others around the world, unless they're dead.

tell me lover

does your emotion make the world a better place

does it fill your stomach with food when you're broke and homeless

does it generate money or break through the limits of science

or make that residual glob of death inside disappear into the void?

I have cancer and a partner but can our love

give the benefits of chemotherapy or radiation?

in a war torn country riddled with disease

and natural disasters, can it pave the road to

Peace?

now like those idiotic pop songs

if I love someone enough to let them go

how in the actual fuck should I justify

having loved them in the first instance?

its nothing but a momentary lapse of reason brought

about by temporary chemical imbalances in your brain.

its a universal delusion to fuel capitalist industries

manufacturing "emotions" in packets and bottles and paper

to destroy our oceans and pollute our air.

it turns into abysmal hatred soon

and indifference is seldom a boon

'cause love makes you a pantaloon.

dumbeldore said to harry, above all

pity those without love. strike that

down, and remember you and I and

every fucking asshole on this earth

is gonna die alone and become shit,

yet again.