Diseased by Information

Been a Bohemian,
Wandering the streets
Of Madrid or Dublin after
The bars have closed
And the girls gone home,
When the city is dead
And I am too.

Loved a girl who didn’t
Love me back
Because I said
“Forever” and she
“Heart, mind,
Body, and soul,”
Which doesn’t mean
Anything
If you don’t love
The words you
Speak out loud.

Fallen asleep
In the floor
Surrounded by
The people who
Make life worth it
Because the sins
That we commit
Together
Are sweeter
Than the pride
Of those
Philistines
And hypocrites
That judge us.