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