This poem is for all those who attempt to fall in love
again after being brutalized by it.
Shock rocks the stocks,
Love fades like gym socks,
On a Brooklyn block,
They call the cops,
The beating never Stops,
Like cold cocks,
They are all limp,
Like a summer pimp,
Getting no sleep,
Sweating in the gym,
They all attempt to sway her,
Some end up trying to lay her,
But fails.
They try the file out,
Not the prison,
But the jail,
They try to wild out,
But break all the nails,
Hail to the one with tall tales,
Fake hair and fake nails,
At least love never fails.
-A victim of love
