Love Is Dead
I’d rather share my love
With the pavement I spit on
Then give my love to you
I’d rather distribute my love
To the junkyard dog
Then give my love to you
I’d rather French kiss an ox
And eat rusty nails
Then give my love to you
I’d rather deliver my love
To a hijacker in the Middle East
Then give my love to you
I’d rather fuck a goat
And eat poison ivy
Then give my love to you
I’d rather dispense my love
To cockroaches eating my dinner
Then give my love to you
I’d rather swallow a cum from a priest
And fuck my mother
Then give my love to you
I’d rather share my love
To the shit I make in the toilet
Then give my love to you
I’d rather be dead
And make my family sad
Then give my love to you
I’d rather distribute my love
To the underarm sweat in prisons
Then give my love to you
I’d rather deliver my love
To slugs on dirt
Then give my love to you
© 2000 David Greg Harth
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