Unconcensus.
My thoughts
That you so vehemently condemn
Surprises no one
Who follows them.
My suggestions
That you so roundly dismiss
For an excuse to squeeze a fresh
Hot wash of rancid piss.
My work
That you condemn as false
To prevent your own from
Finding fault.
My love
That lives despite your hate
No longer stays
No time in space.
My word's
Your gall
To chew through carpet
For the steps
And tripping falls.
Where arms are spread
To twist and bind
With thread.
My comfort
That in shedding
All regret
I walk away
To win the bet.