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.
