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Love is for losers to spend without gain So the dead can pass themselves off as alive So fools can pretend to be wise So the ugly may appear beautiful I gave my all for less than nothing I measure the return in table scraps and insect bites Love is a wall to set the poet apart They invaded my heart, seeking reassurance of their superiority And unsuccessful, destroyed my good works Love goes to waste in a world of machines Its uses reduced to fuel for mockery |
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| © 2007, 2014. Poetry by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved. |
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Love Is for Losers
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