~ Transgressive Obsessive ~

I love what you hate,
I hate what you love.
I closely watch the magpie & crow,
Rather than the pure white dove.
True concept, only makes sweet sense,
When you start to inhale & tense.
Moving to an irregular beat, a way- I shall play.
My mind dances beautifully, a pretty kick.
Never a fleeting chance,
That the ordinary shall ever stay.