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"Love: A Rebuttal"
there's danger in a kiss
there's menace in a hug
it's a thrilling kind of bliss
this mystery we call love
its a dagger that's thrown at us
when we dare to show our heart
its a car wired to explode
that we just have to start
its a discarded banana peel
that we rush to slip upon
its a noose that dangles nearby
that we hurry to try on
its a pandora's box of secrets
we can't help but look inside
its a madman with a hook
and we offer him a ride
its the tea that has been laced
with a drop of poison in our cup
and though we spit it out
we can't drink it fast enough
its a cobra in our bedsheets
its a raven at our door
its a hound that chases us
'round and 'round a foggy, scottish moor
its an old electric fence
that we just have to touch
its all these things so deadly
yet they fascinate so much
if our pool was full of sharks
would we dare to venture in?
but add a little romance
and we can't resist a swim
why do we act so foolish,
so headstrong and so stupid?
why must we submit
to the random aim of cupid?
so we run towards disaster
and we embrace the pain
and as soon as we recover
we flirt with danger once again
-- Don Wells
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