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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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