You must be deep
In love, they tell me,
For your words
Betray you, dear poet.
Confused dazed sleepy
I look around
Searching for that
Mofo of a poet
And find the gaze
Set upon me.
Concerned confused confounded
One hell of a disappointment
I look squarely
At the floor
And the trees
Ah the skies
And mutter
Under my breath
Ah but
A lover may act like a lunatic
But a lunatic does not a lover make
And there is no joy
In this land oh boy
In falling in love
Where they hold dear more
Your god-fuckin'dammit credit score
Than what resides
Deep within you, inside your goddamn core.
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