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not just break
With his pretended maturity,
He tries to be cool, too.
He forsook his crown,
But kept the kingdom.
He knew he was an adult
And wondered when he’d be a man.
It wasn’t until he achieved victory:
He realized loss
Was inevitable.
He kept his goals,
And his futile ethics,
Getting off on them all the way.
He took his peaceful queen
To bed with him,
And became erect
With her bruises.
The queen beat on those she loved
Making sure they could not
Use her love against her.
She kept her enemies close enough
To be impregnated by them.
She had to let the king know,
She had more than just his heir.
She had to point out to the reader
There is more than just one paradox,
Read the poem.
And hers was the history of
Half-siblings,
Failed attempts,
And the silly hope
Which made them possible.
Stepbrothers,
Second families,
And the intimacy,
Devoid in them all.
Prayer books,
Blessed liquid,
Smiling old men,
And the warmth emanating
From their crotch.
Epidemics of child molesters,
And a people lucky enough
To worry about them.
Of violated children,
And the blissful ignorance we try forcing on them,
So they could see from our perspective.
A history of rank gathering,
And the crown you finally throw down,
When you are finally ready to destroy…
Not just break.
