A big, big pose.

A red, red rose.

(An imperfect love song, arresting cynicism, music, passion…
A destruction of Robert Burns lyric love poem)

O my love is like a big, big pose
that stares up at the moon…
O my love is a medley
Swirled sweetly with a spoon…

Love is a like chocolate bar
that no one can unwrap…
Love is like a traffic jam
where everyone is trapped…

O love! Go buy a bomb and
Show them where you’re at…
Go kiss them on the lips and
expose them loving crap…

O good bye my only love
O fair well a while!
Though love shall return my love
Shall hardly break a smile!