On never turning (a poem for g)

I mean

I don’t know where it came from some guys voice just rang out in the night

Beastiality

It ties together all points nicely

We are both social creatures
It’s a social hoax
Being it’s not true
I know it’s not true
You don’t
Therefore, if everyone around you is saying it’s true, g
You’ll believe it

And join the humiliation hoax

Because you believe it’s true

It works,

It’s been proven to work a million times over

We’re social creatures

No matter what the hoax says, you and I love each other

You stood up for me

Because you’re a good person

So they’ve been working on you

That we’re all social creatures

Do I judge someone for being human?

There’s the point right there

At which I’ll not turn and point my finger

Like dreams about beastiality or not being perfect

Or the way, dear God, it hurts me

It is perfectly healthy

For a human being

To be a social person