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Monday, May 11, 2015

Love Song

The scary things love can
    Attack a poor heart with!
Birdsong that stupefies
    Scholars from Dartmouth;
Starlight that lays low
    Professors from Yale;
Moonshine that renders
    A Harvard grad pale.

O, the agonies love'll
    Inflict on your head!
A blow from a shovel
    That leaves you half dead;
A sock in the kisser,
    A punch in the gut --
When Love comes a-knockin',
    He'll find my door shut.

Love should be quarantined,
    Kept in a pen!
I've had the bug once; I
    Don't want it again.
Both codger and stripling
    With fevers grow faint;
You think love's a picnic?
     I tell you: it ain't.

From Sappho to Shelley,
    From Keats to Cole Porter,
This madness leaves millions
    In abject disorder;
From Shakespeare to Auden
    To pop balladeers,
Love promises laughter
    But leaves 'em in tears.

Montague, Capulet,
    Taylor and Burton,
Heloise, Abelard,
    One thing's for certain:
Love's nothing but misery,
    Pain without end.
You want to be happy?
    Steer clear of it, friend.

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