Poem: Love me, love my world
"love me, love my world" by: jinlou s. hidalgo I live a long time with a bitter girl; Longer than with any other lover, When she looked at other ones she snarled As I said, "Love me -- Love my world!" When I made a comment on another She rampantly refused to see my humour, Her eyes curled with the burnong smokes of hell As I said, "Love me -- Love my world!" It's true, p 'tit' , that this dung-enriched Ball of slag we live on, is badly used By the gardeners shucking off their wits; But hatred must be space, applied with care, Commence your love, my love, by being amused. She made love furious as if it was war Every night, my God, at least twice, Its was work, i tell you, i was sore When whirling among the fumes of her eyes such lights Shone soft towards me; i was rewarded: Still catechizing: "Love me -- Love my world,"