Gendered marionettes do their minefield dance in noble allegiance to the follies of illusion
taking sides in the great dichotomy
tossing poisoned snares in hopes of a quickened bloodflow
pristine grins for a price, where all things sincere are fortified by well cultivated delusion.
Women with the passion of office supplies, men burping a hearty ignorance, a polarity of nonsense where puppets pay homage to their strings and the glories of a biological imperative rule the day from their distant throne
Behind the love marquee a show as dismal and cold as a microscope slide where feelings are perpetually traded for personal scientific discoveries.
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