Rejection Immunity

A Poem by Apollos

What if you refused to get rejected against all odds?

How’s it going, Miss?

“Please don’t treat me like a mistress and stop talking to me.”

I figured it better than gawking.
At least I don’t sound like Stephen Hawking.

“I have a Boyfriend.”

But is he friendly to his Boo?
Does he act like you just arrived from Malibu walking down Fine Avenue?

“I’m gay.”

I’m happy too.
Me plus you would be quite radical.

“...I meant homosexual.”

I’m a homo-sapien it’s true.
Humanly speaking I have the ability to be sexual too.

“Get away from me.”

Distance makes the heart grow fonder.
Quit pondering why we shouldn’t put “this” off any longer.

“I hate you.”

No way! Me too!
But this is where I Jesus Juke you to marvel how He used foolish men with their tools to crucify self-condemnation so that I could better enjoy you.

“Let me be the priest in Jesus’s trial that slapped him in the face then.”

That misplacement of your hand would be quite the disgrace of my Majesty’s grace.

“How bout some mace?”

He tasted those bitter grapes of wrath that could not be removed from His path.

“You’re quite the Jesus Freak aren’t you?”

Yes.

“How pathetic of you to agree with me!

I find your rhetoric “pathetoric”.
Charm should be included in your etiquette.

“This combination of agree/disagree has caused quite the relationship stew...
When is the soonest time I can meet up with you?”

‘Soory’ with a Canadian drawl.
I can’t be with someone who’s mood is like this elevator when it hasn’t stalled.

I’m floor number 3 by the way...