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Four hundred years ago
Some English schmuck
Wrote about a lecherous jerk
Who dumped his girlfriend
In favor of one who put out.

And they called it love,
And it was this great thing,
All mysterious and powerful
And really nice, which is fine
If you like stupid crap.

They say love is blind. It's
Also deaf and grotesquely
Obese. And it likes to talk
A lot about how great it is,
In this squeaky whiny voice.

And so it struts around, not
Really listening to anybody
Or anything, and it pushes
Stuff around with its tremendous
Bulk like it owns the place.

Which it doesn't, cheesy proverbs
Aside. Inertia keeps the planet
Spinning nicely, thanks, and
I'd say hate has accomplished a
Whole hell of a lot more than love.

But let's not go into the relation
Between love and hate, 'cause you
Can say that hate is love of
Something else, or love of non-
Something or whatnot. But whatever.

At best it's invisible, at worst
It's obnoxious, and you can tell when
It goes wrong 'cause it always sounds
The same. Every time, no matter
Who it is. Really.

You know, all that woe and life is
A sham and I am an empty shell of
A being, because so-and-so doesn't
Like me like that, and some other
Stuff about how things suck.

Which they do, but come on people,
Show some dignity, huh? Or better yet,
Just get a freakin' hobby. Write about
How much love sucks even though deep
Down you're a lonely, lonely ass.

And no, I'm not a hopeless pessimist or
An ingrate. Well, actually I am, but
Not all the time. 'Cause every night,
Before I sleep, I thank baby Jesus that
I am one day closer to death.

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