Hilarious concept when you consider
Apathy that is nothing more than bitter,
Pollution of the soul in slavery
Putrid in its final discovery.
Illuminated by the idea of Id,
Losing your hold on a mind of the limpid
Yearning to cut loose with fury!
Married, you say happily,
And what planet are you from?
Return to earth and sadly strum,
Reaching weeks, months, years
Insidiously feeding on my fears.
Exit stage left, enter stage right.
Direct opposites, sarcasm bites