Why is it that Shakespeare exposes love
As as necessity of life
As a rock of living,a point of being
Instead of it's real meaningless strife
I am ILL from love
From its humor, its irony, its pain.
I'm sick of this chore
I won't complete anymore
If I've nothing to show or to gain
"If then true lovers have been crossed,
It stands as an edict in destiny"
His Midsummer Night's Dream did exclaim
From one to the next tossed
Unsure of which lover was crossed!
'Twas fiction, it was only in vain.
What's the meaning to all this lying?
Where's the good in falsified hope?
Where's my Romeo or even Demetrius???
There isn't: Love is a joke. |
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