It's easy to be unfair to yourself.
Or unfair to others.
Which depends on whose voice we hear
From what frame of reference.
For the satisfaction of whose needs.
Of Course.
Reconcile the difference
By walking the laser-like line
Between you and me
Between your comfort and my self esteem.
Between self preservation and emotional suicide.
Don't slip!
You can't fall off.
The laser moves
To catch its victim
On his faltering ass.
Entrusting the same to its cruel ruthless beam.
To Slash!
To Maim!
To Burn!
In One Thousand Ways.
For One Thousand Reasons.
All Of Them Wrong.
Without pity.
For anyone who walks the laser is a fool,
Of Course.
Because only a fool insists
On walking the laser.
Lesson?
The laser cannot be escaped.
It must not be rejected.
It must be destroyed
By a pre-emptive strike.
For self preservation,
All the while
Girding yourself with strength
And intestinal fortitude
Against
Assaults and derision from the selfishness of the selfish.
Because rejected lasers always return
Via the voices of the rejected and disjointed.
And the rape of the laser will recommence,
With righteous anger
And self-serving indignation
Of those designated to be the marksmen
Who aim the laser
And wait for the thud
That sounds your fall.
In mimicking echos
And demands for surrender
And humble servitude
Before you're allowed to ride (This Time)
The laser again.
And the laser rape will recommence
With puny impotent seductive thrusts
As you get fucked without even knowing it.
Because the ride of the laser is soothing;
While the walk is hell.