Fuck Your Community
I don't label myself, for I find it to be lazy writing.
I refrain from the semantics, the tedious hate and dividing.
Refusing to label my experience can get to feel masochistic.
When my ‘community’ will only say my name after I’m a statistic.
When these bizarre accusations are born, I'm always none-the-wiser.
Am I a spy now? A murderer? Third cousin to the KAISER?
Your rainbow flags, you say, they contain every gradient hue.
Yet I see no room my shades of gold and my royal blue.
Does disagreeing with you make me pass as straight and cis?
Your view of the world is contradicted by the fact I even EXIST.
You look upon my glamour from behind your magnifying glass.
Squint until you see the devil in the most playful of sass.
Amazing how the petty are always so bloody pious.
You think I don’t know the definition of confirmation bias?
I stand as a one-person coup in hypocrisy's reign,
With my golden blade of truth and fueled by copious champagne.
Decadence is my vice, I take comfort in what I reap.
But I've probably drank it all because this cold war ain't cheap.
You believed in the lies, though you never believed in me.
I'll become a better villain to you than you've EVER feared me to be.
I'll gladly cause your fall, I will savour the opportunity!
I'll reveal your manipulations in a dazzling mutiny!
Your Status Quo is looked upon with unending impunity.
Your merry band standing strong against all unity.
A system of support for all, yet you’ve granted me immunity?
It's why I say to forget the lube and go FUCK your community.
