(trending word is “obsession”)

Why’s my love poetry distorted in it’s love? I thwarted? cause I dare laugh at all of it?

I’ve never hurt anyone, intentionally, even drunk, perhaps reacted in rage affronted

Jealous bitches search my heart, find digging trouble where there’s none, their own obsession

Say, if I gave you a gold ring, ’twere superficial my love, they dont like golden things

Why pleed my case for being a love poet? by now, their argument’s a formulaic joke:

Raelene’s an obsessed love poet, oppose it, reverse, take her place, see our crafted love poem!