Squeeze, squirt and smear A pimple, Keep it disgusting, But keep it simple. Like lance a boil To release its ****, Describe it well, Make a fuss Over the putrid sore, Use poetic words To enhance the gore. Drive your finger Up your nose, Spit green lugers Like gargoyles. Present yourself Like a loser. Pick morning goo From you eyes, And wipe it on Your naked thighs. Don't clean the dirt Beneath your nails, Au natural seldom fails. Don't brush your teeth Til afternoon, This should make Your lover swoon. When you pass The silent bomb, Take the blame With aplomb, Smile as though You've done no wrong. Clean the wax From both your ears, Use something white Your love holds dear, Be ruthless, Don't show a care.
Use some or all Of the above, I guarantee, A cure for love.
Cohen sang, "There ain't no cure for love." I think I found it.