Living fast,
Play the game,
Raise the stakes,
Depend on luck,
Live in the shadows
Alone in the dark,
is
I wrote this for my friends, after a number of weeks of being told by
everybody that I am sick, perverted, and need help. I challenged a hardened
'shipper friend to write a poem about Mulder/Scully fanfic, and she
basically just wrote one being rude (very rude) about slash writers. I wrote
this poem. Who won?
IN OUR DEFENCE
Although you call us perverts,
We write about Alexei,
I like to watch them suffer,
I love my muses dearly,
On chilly winter evenings
After a hard day at work,
Some of us are quite restrained,
is
Poetry
by Isayeva
ALEX
Flying high;
Know the truth
Before I die.
Ignore the rules,
Take the blame,
Win or lose.
Cheat scheming Fate;
My day will come
When it's too late.
I run the race,
Fallen from heaven
To land on my face.
That dance in your mind;
I'm always behind you,
A truth you can't find.
I'm missing you;
No one loves me
Like you do.
We really just don't care;
Relationshippers may protest
But M/K's our favourite pair.
We write about the Fox,
We write the hottest sex scenes,
And think m/m sex rocks.
To make them hurt and cry;
I can't be nice to Ratboy,
However hard I try.
Always let them have their way;
They enact ideas for stories,
And don't even make me pay.
I like to read some schmoop,
Or check the latest posts
To my favourite e-mail group.
Fighting killer bees,
I'd like Fox to piss Alex off,
And beg forgiveness on his knees.
And only read nice fic,
But I delight in S and M;
I'm not pretty, but I'm sick.
