Mythology

Oh, blast this love!

Why does everyone talk about it,

mulling over it like a child who hates his soup?

I can't think of a time when I knew what love was,

not even as a babe,

not even as a sperm,

not even when I got out of the house, tried to make my own way.

I'm not sure I believe it,

the fairy tale about love. 

How can none of us see?

It's a myth, or a lie,

but what ever the case, we still beckon its call

worse than the villagers in the "Boy Who Cried Wolf"!

At least by the end, they had given up his game,

while we as a whole

continue to lust after the name Love.