'Love' is a dirty, four-letter word,
And you know what I say is true;
It is used to run control trips
On fools like me and you.
Think of all the benefits
That 'love' will always provide:
A hundred-dozen ways
To commit your suicide.
Why so much time and effort?
Why all the bother and fuss?
Why spend your hard-won cash
For a temporary rush?
All the germs, the smelly mess,
All that wasted energy;
Why others think it is desirable
Is a mystery to me.
I can think of many things
That bring far greater joy:
The devotion of faithful pets...
The trust of a very small boy.
Real 'love' is unselfish;
Self-interest is never a thought.
If you have known such a miracle
Thank God for what you've got.
Fight your wars for money and lust;
It all boils down the same:
When everything is said and done
The flesh will be to blame.
A.K. Garrigus
May 30, 2005
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