The Greatest Passion of All
The greatest passion I have ever felt
Was when I wanted
To kill the lazy bastards.
When they couldn’t find one damned fucking job
While I worked daily,
And spent the money I earned.
Followed me from town to town, complaining
That he felt no love
And spent thousands on signed books.
And allowed them to all be struck with mold
An incurable cancer
To paper and to marriage.
We seldom if ever had sex or joy
Paid the deposit
For his new apartment fee.
He has remarried happily, rejoice.
With four strong daughters.
But I didn’t see the light.
Nine inches and skill in The Joy of Sex
Stopped arousing me
When he started hoarding trash.
Awake at 2 a.m. seeing him sleep
Thinking of murder
Not of lust or affection.
Walking two blocks to Candlewyck Diner
In the predawn dark
To eat pie and drink bourbon.
He did not notice that I was leaving
He thought we could date
So I disappeared for him.
There’s my story of love and lust
And men for whom love went bust.
Here it is, twenty five years along.
Alone and happy, still going strong.
Love can intoxicate you
But Hate can set you free.