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Just Me Half a Love Song and An Idiopathic Itch

Sometimes I get the urge
to write a love song,
or maybe just a poem ..
Not that a poem
would likely be any less
grand, or meaningful ..
So please,
don’t get me wrong on
that score Babe ..
It’s just they do tend to
get more airtime
these days, don’t you
think darling ..
And anyway, who do
you know who ever got
rich writing poetry ..
And who the hell fucks
while trying
to get their head round
one these days ..
Okay, so I know we used
to and often,
but hey, would you ever
believe I still pray
we might again someday ..
In the meantime,
more recently, I get such
an intense urge
to write a love song
that if ignored feels like
some kind
of idiopathic itch ..
Which gets worse if I try
to ignore it,
or if I don’t manage to
scratch and make it bleed ..
Still, when that’s
all over and done with,
I shall undoubtedly feel
whole again
and so very, well healed ..

 

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