Dear Music,

If I cut my wrists and yell at you,

with profanity, in a drunken slur,

would you still love me?

If I tear apart the lawn

with my brand new automobile,

would you still love me?

If I sleep with another woman,

with blues eyes, blonde hair and slinky green dress,

would you still love me?

If I burn this evening’s dinner,

and have nothing to eat for the festival,

would you still love me?

If I commit the greatest crime in the world

and never return home,

would you still love me?

If you caught me masturbating

with your younger sister on our bed

would you still love me?

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.04.22.18:45:00@WSqPark New York City