Ode to Confucius and Love
You can’t turn off love or moonlight
You can close your mind
Cross your legs and fingers
Bolt the door hang crosses
Or garlands of breathless garlic
Try putting on your love proof vest
Wrap silver bullets in your hair
Yes this is a test
That evil demon moon and love
They know where you abide
They can jerk your chain
With the flow of the tides
Even keep track of your sacroiliac
Might drop a meteor on your nose
Love can put a pickle in your stew
Kiss you trice
Fill you full of moonshine
Then perform exploratory surgery on you
©bk2008