That brief spasm of pleasure
when you ejaculate?
That's your idea of love?
Any selfish cretin can
achieve spasms, alone
or with another!
You prate endlessly
about broken hearts
and moan of love unrequited!
You gaze hours on end
at your reflection,
seeking validation!
You smirk and lord it over
the love of your life
as true love eludes!
Real love entails dirt
under your nails
and years of labor!
Bring the paycheck
home and feed
the family!
You really don't know
one damn thing about
the price of love!
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This poem is truer than the heavens are true.