The Book of Love Is a Load of Shite
A man made Book Of lies. đź’”
The Book of Love Is a Load of Shite
A piss-poor script for desperate fools,
Scribbled by liars, peddled in schools,
A rotting carcass dressed in gold,
Same tired scams they’ve always sold.
It stinks of need, it reeks of rot,
A tangle of games they soon forgot,
Promises cracked like a dried-up well,
A holy hymn dragged straight to hell.
They preach, they moan, they bloody sing,
But love’s a rusted, broken thing,
The book of love? Set it alight—
It’s piss and paper, shreds of shite.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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