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

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
tall dark

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