I Am Thankful for War

let go of me!
I have agency!
don't expect you to share my taste
but generated haste creates such waste,
purpose unborn
no love - just scorn,
am I considered a person
or just made for the soft-porn?
you're all in glimmering bliss
but I'm just fucking pissed
let go of me!
I have agency!
if she's not smiling
something must be wrong
silence somehow equates
to "she just can't get along",
but I'm oh-soooo bored,
no, I don't give a fuck
about your mega aesthetic
meta algorithmic mood board...
of this month,
it's day twenty-eight and
we've only talked once
it's fine - I totally understand!
everyone marches to the beat of 
the drums to our own made-up bands
so let go of me!!
I have agency!!
did I forget to mention that
I'm just fucking pissed
at the people online
shouting into the abyss
getting their demented discourse on
genuinely mad at the opinion of someone
from a Cheeto-dust covered futon,
mutated, second-hand paraphrase
so this is how you chose to spend your Tuesdays
tossing spite around like spiritual bouquets,
please never cease to be amazed
at the error of our ways.