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Feb 2018
The candy filled hearts pile up unsold, and roses go on sale.
A state of deep distrust divides the female and male.
Would-be Romeos instead watch **** and take no lover to their bed.
All complements are misconstrued and hugs become a source of dread.
It’s all too easy to lose your job for posts you made or words you said.

Our human nature is demeaned; each overture imposes risk.
Males are viewed as predators. The zeitgeist changes can’t be missed.
Before you kiss your Tinder date- get signed consent, you must insist.
If not, she might have second thoughts and your name gets added to the list.

It reminds me of McCarthy’s time when left of center was a crime
Actors and artists were dismissed; their names were added to black lists.
Another witch-hunt has begun; this time it is a war on fun.
Flirtation may lead to citation. Romance is a risky proposition.
To risk your heart seems a suicide mission.
The humorist and social commentator  Mort Sahl once observed "The bravest thing a man can do is to love a woman."   Mort didn't know the half of it.   This is a risky topic to broach and I run the risk of alienating half my meager audience. Copernicus was smarter than me, waiting until he was dead to have his observations published.   Romeoville is an actual town near Chicago but here it is just a metaphor.
John F McCullagh
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John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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