Busybody For Nobody Against Everybody Poem by John Sensele

Love, never a shrewd shrew
Who despite rude ruse ain't true blue
Cos love lovers you torture
Kicking and licking them as you prick and stick a suture.

Love, fly away to a far-flung land
Where lovers you no longer misunderstand
Enabling them to sample ample bliss
Although lovers you won't diss for stealing a concealed kiss.

Love, busybody, you're nobody
Despite the spite you pour on everybody
Who dares and cares to befriend you
In the end, your ways you neither amend nor mend anew.

Love, bane of pain, emotional executor
Sentimental oppressor, mood depressor, relational persecutor
Who all lovers love to hate
In a haste as you cut and paste a fake date on your slippery slate.