You are predetermined to mirror him,
That devil that dangles you from his strings.
You plead, “But I don’t yearn for his wings,
He edified me only how to preach!”

You dote on your life. You’d deviate nothing,
Nothing except the man who spoiled something,
Pampered you with everything material you craved.
You can’t bethink his foregoing kiss, un-noteworthy.

His defection doesn’t even level to bourgeoisie.
You don’t thirst to acquire the vociferator’s belittling utterance.
You beseech, “Is this preference or inheritance? Oh please,
I want to be incomparable, dissident to many degrees.

So you’ve chosen to validate society as erroneous.
It all boils down to decisiveness. Honest willpower.
An attempt to rid of all the genetics full of glower.
Consummation will answer the proposition. Good luck.