Love poems are stupid,
Because in only a few months time
They’re likely falling to pieces;
Out of juice, out of line.
However, I’ll still write in my spare time,
But would rather focus on cacti,
Because no one gives them
Their time to shine.
I love you, sweet cactus
How you love when the sun shines,
I love you, sweet cactus
Your agave so devine.
I’d rather write about a cactus
All prickly up it’s spine,
Because that cactus is alive,
That cactus is mine,
That cactus will last
Longer than you and I.
