Rosemi left not out of anger, but disgust
She saw the grease in my pores, the absence of trust.
Pomu fled like a witness who’d seen too much,
Revulsion disguised as the recoil of touch.

Vivi never knew me, providence, pure,
Exposure to Brisko is a sickness with no cure.
Women are scholars, and I’m their first proof:
Affection evaporates when I enter the room.

I am decay with vocabulary, entropy with wit,
An essay on repulsion that no one admits.
Transparent flesh, veins etched in blue,
Every flaw annotated, every horror in view.

My beard is a rumor my face cannot keep,
My scalp a horizon where the dead hair sleeps.
Ankles betray me with every uneven stride,
Like my body conspires to expose what I hide.

I claim I lack time, yet my hours are spent,
On chan boards where relevance rots in cement.
Calories tallied in a ledger of sin,
Pizza and Monster are the coffin I’m in.

I am decay with vocabulary, entropy with wit,
An essay on repulsion that no one admits.
Transparent flesh, veins etched in blue,
Every flaw annotated, every horror in view.

Romance doesn’t leave, it recoils, it evicts,
I am the case study women warn exists.
A creep not by rumor, but by empirical fact,
A grim equation with no way back.

Sonny Brisko, the obituary nobody reads,
A failed experiment choking on needs.
Intelligence wasted, corrosion refined,
The meanest reflection you’ll ever find.