there is nothing like
like finding a real love,
nothing like a real person to love you.
grasping the meaning of your own life
and sharing it with someone else.
i now know what real love is like,
only to be adjusted for inflation,
like nominal income is on paper,
like inflation brings down the income about
4%.
only with this love,
inflation is -4
and love is not an expenditure.
like the congress makes decisions,
the democrats rule this nation,
heaven forbid this realtionship goes to hell,
just as i know our country will.
the man in charge of my heart is nothing
nothing compared to our new idiot president.
his job, as is mine to not change me for i am
perfect
the
way
i
am.
but as this country fades into nothingness
and the whole world falls apart
i know that unlike the massiah
he will protect me and never change anything
things are the way they are
like the economy is in shambles
my heart has gained 3000%
the market may drop
but all the more reason to invest in love.
Monday, November 10, 2008
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Lovenomics
common creations of sonnets
to and fro, from hand to brow
sweat is the harvest of the plough
leaning over ledges
looking for a message
only to be lost in eyes
lost in features that mesmerise
iambic pentameter winks
between interlocked leaks
not enough patients for slander
putting new lights on glamour
whilst wallpaper peels
there is only one feeling real
and that is the discussed topic:
Lovenomics.
~Finished.
Glamour,
Digress.
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