you never truly loved me
irony
is an institution of parent hood
yet your adulthood blends confusion
masculine testosterone your brain made bone
cerosive and so old
an internal wasteland of discontent
all your love is an illusion bent
your soul is only for rent
your bribes are lost and spent
love is not content to be fraudulent shipped and sent
just another fake a smile quick to imitate
dubbed content a satire of love and repent
to bury all your hatred
all that you regard sacred
an absent shadow of a Perspex face
your love is a weeds embrace