You exist outside the binary

Of right and wrong

One foot in each with your colossus stride

But let’s not kid ourselves

You tilt more than a bit to one side

Someone who makes me want to die

That’s just how you identify

What did we build out of chance

And some semblance of luck?

Just a construct

A meaningless construct

You exist outside the binary

Of true and false

One foot stomps on the other

In the world’s most awkward waltz

You center yourself

By entering yourself headfirst

And all other interested parties are underserved

Someone who makes me want to die

That’s just how you identify

What did we build out of chance

And some semblance of luck?

Just a construct

Well here’s another construct

Get fucked

Baby, baby, baby, baby

Such a very apt word

But we won’t carry this to term