This is not a love poem
To a mister who my heart has
This is a sad poem
A dirge for posterity
A satire to the greedyguts
And a prayer to the heavens.
This is not a love poem
This is a cry for salvation
A call for rebirth of morality
For if we forever shrink back
Like snails at the slightest touch
We shall forever remain in one place.
This is not a love poem
It cannot be
For love deserted us long ago
Chased by fibbery and egotism
Leaving us naked
Like skinned sheeps in winter time.
To a mister who my heart has
This is a sad poem
A dirge for posterity
A satire to the greedyguts
And a prayer to the heavens.
This is not a love poem
This is a cry for salvation
A call for rebirth of morality
For if we forever shrink back
Like snails at the slightest touch
We shall forever remain in one place.
This is not a love poem
It cannot be
For love deserted us long ago
Chased by fibbery and egotism
Leaving us naked
Like skinned sheeps in winter time.
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