“This unrequited trend is no longer working

    Tired of these slings and arrows,
    I will either join in                           their pleasure,
           Or swear it off                                     entirely
 

These burdened limbs bend            to cusp the torso of                                another,
 

But straighten in their            attempt to push closer,

A barrier between two warm

              and well adjusted                            plebeians

which cannot be severed,
     

     Only massaged into                       malleable spears
 

That shift their gaze away              from the benign                       and towards 

                  the malicious”​