The Law of Forceful Exchange
Thursday, March 10, 2011 9:58:15 AM
We seek good damsels
But fall in love at midnight
Under the shade of darkness on the lonely street.
Man deceives man,
Our existence is on the mercy of 'survival of the fittest,'
We look to behold the mountains
But in our minds ignorance's higher than mount Hored;
What's wanted we know but seek it not,
All along, whom we're we feel but fake it.
No one would let go!
You would want to get down on the first date,
And with time should your eyes be opened to see her ugly beauty
You show her the gate.
This weeds on my chin has made me friend to the barber
And the growth in my armpit's like fibre,
No lass to dress the lilies of my chest.
And why am I made handsome if no virgin
Would look and sing me a love song?
Natural gifts give me no lift in this world of unjust lust,
Not even a sip to test.
But at what age will I cease to wet my bed with this undiluted shower?
O maidens, what art thou grown into:
Traders, exchangers, or sellers?
True love - found in images,
And the rich only can access the treasure thereof.
And what's the sobbing for,
As much as I thought!
But weep not for nothing goes for nothing.
True, he gave your desires
To acquire what he admires!
No, you're the wicked one;
For on his hard-earned treasure you buzzed like a queen,
But of your river he drank, his thirst to calm!
You bent over to reap where you didn't sow
But for the path he trespassed he bought a pass.
And when I asked to take you to the altar
You detested me, and said,
"To every woman the maker made a husband
Who's to come around at the appointed time."
Fool, you've done to another what you wanted another do to you!
Indeed He created them man and woman
But made them without a mate to spare!
The one you now get down with is another's 'future-for-real.'
For this cause is justice by the law of forceful exchange
And by this curse are homes flooded with maidens at forty;
The heavens are never partial.
So beauty could cry?
But wipe your eyes and calm your spring.
Repent of your wrongs and go home,
O ye prodigal one, seek mercy and forgiveness;
For you can't have what you've eaten!