A Fine And Delicate Balance

In lieu of a traitor, is hard to bear
When he is you
And you are him.
Boiling an orange is a sin
Again.
And he doesn't know what he'd do without her.
And she lives by him too.

And so are they living proof?
That love can exist for our sodden generation?

Because they are fickle
And they are false
And I would fuck things
That would repulse
These narrow minded
Ration fed
In spite of everything
Doe eyed, dumb
Easily wed.

That something that is anything
To grow out of nothing
And be awarded to people
Here and there
Willy Nilly
Higgeldy Piggeldy
Begs a formulae

And so I say
Remember to all
Just this one thing
That all things may neither
Tip
Nor
Fall
But remain
As best they can
In a fine
And delicate
Balance.