It’s a tale as old as spite
A man under a spotlight
Of condescending eyes
Silver-spooned heads in disbelief
That their favorite girl
Picked some random dick
The motivation’s not divine
But it will hold on to dear life
If the threat is made to sound
To seem as worth resisting
The thrill of pushing and pulling
In the absence of existence’s
True meaning
And no, nobody will ask her
Nobody will bother
Ask if this passing fancy
Is just a fulfillment of fantasy
Occupying this moment
Over a larger desire
To be free
Save everyone the drama
Of this comedy
Of recurring theme
Where the only taste that remains
In the palate
Is spite
Aged, yet none better
Than an average teener
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