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Love unconsidered
Is love that is wasted.
Life unexamined
Is life untasted.
Love, life, waste ,taste--
Too much for some,
So they settle in haste,
And then have time
To repent at leisure,
(Now then, sir, and
What's your pleasure?)
O life's one hell
Of a tawdry game;
Play it through, again
And again, and look,
It still turns out,
About the same.
Blindly jerking, (noises off),
A masturbatory fumble, while
The sophisticates scoff, and
Mix their martinis, shaken,
Not stirred; and never,
Never, NEVER a word
About the monster,
Lurking,
Underneath the hood;
The cubic inchworm
That swallows the blood.
Floor the pedal,
Feel the surge.
Gobble the blacktop,
The rough male urge
To take, to possess,
Going nowhere fast;
Desire is heady,
But it doesn't last.
Sooner or later
Someone crashes.
Is sex the Oprah
Of the masses?
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