Love is a Danger Zone (Poem)

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"Love is a danger zone"
Said the three-fingered
Merry-go-round operator
To his one-eyed mule.

The mule replied, by opening his one eye
"Neigh-oh, neigh-no, neigh-yea, neigh-so."
The three-fingered man with thick whiskers and a tan
Stared violently in return, violently, violently at the pitch black sun.

With an iron lung and a storm-hardened brass
The three-fingered man told the mule to suppress
Any desire whilst under duress to head for the hills
While the spinning continued, on and again, on and again.

The mule replied with a brutal white lie
That the pitch black sun was tomorrow awry
And the scared merry-man with his three-fingered hand
Ran for the hills that he'd just warned against.

As the spinning persisted the merry-man whispered
Something loud to the sky; nobody heard it
Because no one would want to,
But the merry-man said
"Now's my time to die."

And up through the hills
The man ran and ran
Until he found a pile of sand;
He buried his head
And whispered again
The mule is the sun
Is the love
Is the dead.