Jezebel's Mixtape Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I'd love to rat you out
Sit down with the authorities and offer up your name
Not caring if they named me as the informer
Spiking my proof of time spent with you with personal references

In the room of compared experiences
Tea and colored lights expected by all who spend an hour here
What they'll agree on is to call it something it wasn't
Totally missing the true personality of the girl who wasn't serious

The only passion is paranoia
All the lust it inspires is for people to talk bad about you behind your back
To be thrown together unexpectedly
Uprooting community, creating new groups linked by their commiseration

And all through the linking of two names living in brief ascendance
Dusty once they collapse and are absorbed by new affiliations
Putting away the evidence of lovers in a darkened storage room
Labeling each container as such