61/2023

Love spoils everything. It is
An aberration of the spirit,
Overcomes the will of the flesh,
Turns it old and stagnant.

Love is a blight on
Unbridled and multiple lusts
And their recreations, makes
A pastime into a 24/7 occupation.

Love is unkind to
Untempered exuberance,
A plague on virility of
All genders, a moping of colours.

Love is a disease
Contagious in its extreme,
Airborne, no touch necessary,
However much it’s craved.

R 02/03/2023 17:58

And remember, folks, it’s only a poem!