David 0mega Finally Tries to Write a Love Poem, Or...

It actually came about completely by accident because I really sat down to write an anti-love poem

A genuine fuck love poem; Fuck this love; Fuck that love; Fuck your love; Fuck all the love, type of poem

But the strangest thing happened: My heart wasn’t in it

And I've finally learned the lesson about what that means

And I thought I guess I have to give this whole love poem thing a try

So I sat down and I tried to write a poem about how much I love my father

But I couldn’t pick the words up off the kitchen floor of my childhood home

I tried to write a poem about how much I love my mother

But I couldn’t coax the words out of the church pew, they were terrified to make a noise

I tried to write a poem about how much I love my god

But I couldn’t find any proof that the words ever even existed in the first place

I tried to write a poem about how much I love my country

But my great-great-great grandfather buried the words in a mass grave and I couldn’t remember which one

I tried to write a poem about how much I love my government

But the words wouldn’t come out of hiding in the attic and when they did, I got cussed out in Spanish

I tried to write a poem about how much I love my state

But a cock-eye piece of shit put a bounty on the words and my dickhead neighbor turned them in

I tried to write a poem about how much I love my city

But the words fell on hard times and got mixed up in a homeless encampment before being scraped away by a public works bulldozer

At this point I thought: I really suck at this whole love poem thing and I should take this in a different direction

So I sat down and I wrote a poem about how much I love APS

The poem was allocated an abundance of alliterative alterations while the similes simultaneously meta-referenced metaphors

And then everything came to a halt while I screamed an anti-capitalist rant to remind you that shit rolls downhill and capital flows up and until we fix that everything else will remain broken

But before you could recover from that emotional whiplash I dealt you a dose deceptively delightful diction that left you dazzled if I do declare

I sat down and I tried to write a poem about how much I love myself...

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