Loving what I should, even if They shouldn't

New York is a big city.

Japan is a rich nation.

Warren Buffet is a rich man.

Friedrich Nietzsche is a dead man.

The living

Search for intellect.

The intellect

Dwells in coffins.

Existence exists in a timely fashion

Then you are gone.

And when you are gone

I might exist still.

And when you think

That in time

You wont be thinking

Jesus looks pretty tempting.

Jesus looks pretty sad

On that cross.

The Romans were pretty victorious

Spawning a religion

In the act of an execution.

Maybe it was suicidal to their legacy.

When the British idolized Rome

And banished the Pope from their sensibilities

They loved something

Which was something

Before something happened

To make that something

Something less.

So that the semblance comes in

To say what should be said

If we are to believe the speech

Of someone who was only trying.

Someone who should die

Like someone else shouldn’t.

And Los Angeles

Could be New York

If only the death would come faster,

Because when you see the two together

You gotta ask

What is a big city?

Because I have seen men.

And I see men

Who are only men

In the manly sense.

Men like lesbians

Who walk around

Loving what I should

Even if they shouldn’t.

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