Love or Not
How hard would it be
To find misery
In labels of tables
On dressed up old fables
Of towering dusk
Or throwing the musk
Hiding messers of dressers
Or more than the lessers.
Could I impede,
Grasp my own deed
Amid razzles and dazzles
And faux empty frazzles.
Upon minor impact
Of face still intact
As I schmooze you and use you
And all but confuse you.
While love is the word
Quite often heard
Above sparring and warring
And possible scarring
Truth is, my mouth
Can waggle in drought
While my soul is control
Taking more than it's toll.
Loving my enemy
Lost to epitome
Of swagger and dagger,
Societies stagger.
Acceptable notions
In property potions
Will cost in the loss
Of loves sweet emboss.