How convenient these labels must be
For you utilize them
Whenever you disagree.
“It’s not you,” you say, “it’s the autism.
“The bipolar.
“The OCD.
“The age.”
You know I need pills
When I am not subservient.
Why else would I dare
To challenge your words?
Only the ill speak out.
Disorders are an ideal excuse
To opt out of facing
The raw, merciless truth.
You’re right:
It is a phase.
I’m only confused.
Gender is permanently determined at birth.
I’m not poly, I’m just promiscuous.
And, of course, there is no way in Hell
I am a pagan--
I simply wish to offend
The real religions.
Keep telling yourself these things,
Because you alone
Seem content to believe them.
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