Piccola Scimmia Poems
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A Concept Of Love
Frantically searching for the word, love.
Desperately wanting you to pronounce, the word love.
Forcing it into my own mind, the word love.
Convincing myself that it is true, the word love.
Why is it that we all talk about it, this word love?
Why is it that we all try to find it, this thing love?
Some elusive concept that must be,
Some kind of mind invention indeed.
When knowing somebody’s told a lie,
Never confront the liar with the lie.
Instead, graze what’s being lied about,
Then observe the person’s rebound.
You will learn more about the lie and the liar,
And will recognize easier next time, a falsifier.
For if you confront the liar with the lie,