For Lb Poem by grace mariner

So what is it with us, huh?
We seek out what will cause us the most damage.
Are we just bored and want to escape the tedium, the banality of this life we live?
Its restrictions, mores and fascist morality are unable to hold you and I LB.
We are too smart for all of that, our libidos too immense.
We will always seek the wrong path, the treacherous liar as our lover.
We are intoxicated by their toxicity.
And we will mull over our rationals for these choices, made without thought of consequence, rushing headlong into an oncoming train.
Oh and that thrill of jumping off in time, there is no feeling that compares to that rush!
They allege hatred which I'm sure is reciprocated.
We are their cool in their dull existence as they are our chaos in our bland one.
So belly up to the bar boys...your vanilla shake is growing colder by the hour.
As for me and LB, we will have something a bit spicier please.
Perhaps they carry wormwood absinthe here.
One can always hope.