A Foreigner and a Rose War

 I was the foreigner 

and y'all had the bible

never been welcome among you 

but for some of my best friends the realist  

      mother fuckers you may know and if you know 

, you know

if you must

know

she spilled her secrets for reasons

God only knows 

why

I am drawn in like a moth to a cold, blue, LED

the simp on a stool, sitting next to me

at the bar apologizes to her

for my kind, my kin

the brotherhood 

and 

ain't it odd 

I've been at war with her kind

most of my life

a war that I

didn't ask for

or know exactly how to fight

extract the pleasure from the game and the hotter the intensity, the higher the flame and the more it burns, hurts and 

just like that time

in my life that I was

a strange man 

in a foreign land

I am

defeated by a girl

with grippy socks, small tits and brown eyes 

fire up the fucks

that I don't have to give

but give at a relentless pace

still a stranger in a foreign place