Words!

God damn the thee, I am jaded, to fiction and the non, I fear not the word, nor the phrase, When a word like hate can dominate a world of love, Why write, why have rhetoric, or wit, when a touch could suffice, Love was made a word. I hate it, How dare a man define all, into "A" word, Define it, contrast it to what, ascribe it to a letter? Why learn format; why have rhythm, why correct mistakes have NO barriers to make creativity flaccid. Fuck taboos!