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A Cynic’s Epistle to Love
By Craig Kurtz
“Whether the Charmer sinner it, or saint it,
It’s been a long, long time
since I took up a lover’s rhyme.
Maybe I wax a bit enchanted
wanting to be took for granted.
Has my heart gone pitter-patter
for feigned pledges that don’t matter?
Is it just the time of year
to crave caresses insincere?
How could I not desiderate
Perhaps it’s just my bachelorhood
but I need to get beshrewed.
Oh, how I yearn for flirtation,
brawling with some harridan.
And wherefore do I mull ’tis great
entreating clouts upon my pate?
I must have on rose-colored lens
to want a mate who hates my friends.
Or have a mate who, better yet,
is, to my friends, a fast coquette.
Perhaps I’m feeling too lonely
but I yearn for cuckoldry.
How is it I get saccharine
to want to be someone’s gudgeon?
Here I court the fate of Cupid’s dart
to woo some trull who’ll null my heart.
Just the thought of syphilis
gets me good and amorous.
Yes, it’s been too long a lull
Since I begged to be a gull.
I reminisce on the sweet heat
which makes divorce such a treat.
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