The Test Of Love
the twisting vulgarites of daily living
roman holidays and greek living
mostly bread and wine and dainty meat
fish is allowed in egg form only
the caviar is so expensive
please dont eat the $100 dollar kind
no man alive is worth that unto me they say
they smile and walk away dont touch me
they say dont touch me
they are somewhere in the forgotton life
the life eye left behind
the sandwhiches of the dollar kind
are not afforded to the men
they eat no fish eggs but fish heads
and drink no fancy wine
smile and think of me dont cry
life is trials and tests and errors
no man has ever hated his own flesh
be kind to me when eye am at rest
and think that we would pass the test
of love
