I gave you a chance,
I followed your dance,
Straight down the hallway past romance.
As I walked by the shower,
I saw a single flower,
It gave me a wink, and said, “fight the power.”
“What power?” I thought.
Then I was shot,
By a loveless robot.
Jokes on him-I can’t die.
How could I?
I’m already half-dead inside.
What is love good for anyways?
No one seems to know now-a-days.
Passed the flower again and it looked at me sideways.
I turned and walked back.
“Why did you look at me like that?”I asked.
Then the flower took off its mask.
“I am love. I am romance. I am all the things you won’t get.”
When did flowers start talking such shit?
Love…what does a flower know about it?
He walked me to the door.
“tell me when you make it home?” he implored.
I suddenly felt like a cheap whore.
I gave up love for sex.
What the hell will I do next?
That’s impulsion at its best.