Relationship Police
one hour of texting after midnight
and suddenly the relationship police
are pounding at the door
this is a poor excuse for intimacy
they shout with their loud guns loaded
with Disney romance and models of parents
who only called each other long distance
once every blood moon under lamp shade nights
infrequently exposing their children to desire
this is a poor excuse for love
they shoot with their twisty thorned bullets
hungry to put another pair of mixed up sickos
quickly melting together behind bars on trial
with judgements rooted deep in the anchors
of supposed to be this ought to be that
frames hung in the heart throughout childhood