We Pretend

Worst things humans do,

is to make a song and dance of love,

we overrate the sex

"Look at me,"

says the wise little flea.

"I do it easily."

Reddest roses, shiny stars.

Trial and errors, Smoke and mirrors.

Penitent chocolate all so fine,

in forgettable spaces to wine and dine.

If Romeo-Juliet survived

would Shakespeare a comedy revive?

Erecting pedestals and monuments

we watch them crack like thin veneer.

The fling of accusations

of crimes unforgivable.

Forgot Saint Valentine?

The sting of omissions

Is only noise

in retrospect.

Hallmark of companies

purveying dreams in finest cards,

today's cost of guilt lies in the trip.

The briefest lingerie

pulls the maxi cover-up.

Honesty's wrapped in well-worn PJs,

sincerity lives in grandma bloomers,

Despite pesky wedged-in thongs,

Truth is derisive dismission.

Accentuate performance,

trade pleasure for much pressure.

He wills to “see Alice,”

standing firm on that blue pill.

Oh, what a chore,

this pharma panacea!

Real wood is that oaken bed,

where one perfect night

c-o-m-e-s

with

rest

and a resounding snore.

Truth be told,

’tis much simpler being a bore.

It’s all is done,

when realization dawns.

Left with a spin,

a tangled weave.

It’s a web of deceit.

Warps of Illusion,

wefts of delusion,

and we call this fabric Love?

Worst thing humans do,

is to make song and dance of love.

Assassins of Truth, wilful victims.

It’s evolutionary propaganda.

We’re put here to procreate.

And that’s how we recreate,

recreate this wretched race.

Disclaimer: These words come from an eternal romantic.