Love

Love is a dirty soup going stale but steaming like it's brand new; And I'm Oliver twist walking up to the pot with a rusty spoon full of desire and hope asking for more but getting none. Love is a Doctor gathering dead bodies and shackling them up in chains; And I'm a green freak with Frankenstein bolts thrust through my head walking around with only a mumble to muster trying to love people who just want to run away. Love is a white paper rolled so finely, full of sedatives and drugs; And I'm sitting by a fire reaching in for a log to smoke. Love is puzzle made by Einstein and Sam Loyd; And I'm a child with eyes made of glass and hands made of thorns crying to my mother because that puzzle is a bitch. Love is Navy Seal training on a beach covered in cold water spilling blood for a chance; And I'm a pot-smoking hippie who holds up signs and tells soldiers they’re monsters as I take a puff of death. Love is a ten-syllable word compacted into one; And I'm a hooked on phonics children’s thesaurus struggling to find a comparison that I can actually pronounce. Love is a white egg timer sitting on the fridge set to all nines; And I'm a busy housewife waiting to cook dinner at the sound of its bell. Love is a robber with a 45 in his belt; And I'm an eager dad trying to protect his family with a wooden stick. Love is hot coffee from a luxury beverage shop; And I'm a plastic party cup melting away. Love is a doctor with a PHD in heart surgery; And I'm a sick child waiting with his mother with no healthcare sucking on a free doctor’s-office lollypop. Love is a huge pink eraser; And I'm a graphite pencil struggling to write while me and the eraser fight. Love is a pickup truck speeding through town drunk; And I'm a lost puppy running through the same intersection looking for my owner. Love is meant for fish; And I'm a bird.

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