Love Is Bad Poem by Seamus Shaneous

love. what is love?
love is a mystery and it sits on its own
i don't trust people but i hate being alone
after she leaves you will lay there and moan
you will wait for the call for her to come home
i wouldn't expect it so don't sit by the phone
if you pick it up you'll only hear the dial tone
it will leave you so angry at life you will groan
this is one thing that i can never condone
for my philosophies are not very well known
at least i'm not like others they are all drones
if you want some advise i've got plenty to loan
i'm equipped to confront i'll pick you to the bone
just look at yourself and why your alone