Don’t you know that it makes me hot
To tell you things like it’s innocent. It’s not.

Bring out your gun
I’ll load it for you
Say what I’m wearing
Just for the fun.

Resistance is futile.

I’ll make you say you want me,
Though I know you’ll be a fighter,
Making a combatant
Of this conscientious objector.

You’re losing already
Your body betrays you
Walk with me in No Man’s Land
Overthrow me. You want to.

Resistance is futile.

Don’t you know that I get high
When it only takes a word to put stars in your eyes.

Don’t fight it.
Resistance is futile.



© Velma Velvet and affairsofthemindpoetry, 2018

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