OPEN MARKET ON LOVER’S BODIES
Every day there is a debit and credit on lover’s bodies’
The cuckolded emperor Napoleon did not keep an
Accurate account and his books never balanced.
The chrysalis is impaled on a phalanx of iron and
The price to pay is immense; sovereigns have to
Interchange their maidens to save the nation.
Luther Burbank cultivated a rose without thorns;
Without the brambles of love no one would take
Care and there would be no love for posterity.
Samson would not allow Delilah to come near the
Garden where his power was cultivated; to uphold
The pillars of reason he had to forego relinquish her.
London’s exchequer opens up the books on lovers
And finds that the expense account is huge; it was
Not the quid pro quo for sex but the high maintenance.
Once the body is spent the intrinsic value approaches
Zero; unless one opens up a savings account the lover
Is DOA; it is best to plan for early retirement.
Look, there are volumes written about the ruination of
Love; nevertheless, we all hang around the lover’s tree
As if it were a slot machine waiting to give us a payload.