I will love

Love is an isle...

in merchandise chains...

mismanaged...

as well...

as management's aim's...

carelessly strewn...

pitif'ly put...

to be purchased...

then tasted...

and kicked to the dirt...

all gaudy and garish...

all plastic'ly varnished...

soon to be used...

till tawdry and tarnished...

dressed up in tinsel...

and red...

from wax pencil...

and sold...

on the street...

like a whore...

is it any wonder....

humanity hunger's...

for something...

you've taken away...

and then...

when the closet...

is full...

of their cravings...

you lean on...

to make them pay...

you wasters...

of manner's...

you crippler's...

of scrupple's...

you devil's desciple's...

of morally maimed...

you  single percenter's...

you god damned...

resenter's...

of God's...

most precious thing...

for it is LOVE...

you have...

thrown  on the rug...

and defamed...


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015