Love is not me <br />it is not you <br />but could it be <br />if in my shoe <br />you'd join me soon <br />to share my life <br />I'll share the spoon <br />with my new wife. <br /> <br />You must not fall <br />for etiquette, <br />for handsome, tall <br />and those who bet <br />on rags to riches <br />and rings of gold <br />then be in stitches <br />when they have sold <br />you down the river <br />or the creek <br />where for your liver <br />solace you seek. <br /> <br />No, love is just <br />a sad illusion <br />a handsome bust <br />and much confusion. <br />The pheromones <br />sent from the sky <br />you counting stones <br />the day you die. <br /> <br />A play to entertain the gods <br />it brings amusement from this earth. <br />Besides the flashy lightning rods <br />all they have left is death and birth.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gods-bored/
