love’s not on your agenda

Love’s Not on Your Agenda

To the
victor the
illicit goods.


To the
loser brass
knuckles &
pepper spray.


We’ll get it
out of
you yet,
the outlandish
confession &
your improbable
whereabouts.


We don’t
want you
hanging around
the campfire
while we
sing songs &
drink whiskey.


Go shoot
a bear.


That’s right,
get on
out of here.


Love’s not
on your
agenda,
tall dark
stranger.

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