A Thing Called Love
Stop being so delusional;
there is no such thing as love.
A man in love is one who lost a few screws.
Love is another word for insanity.
Remember Miss Ivy’s boy, the last one? …
Yes … it is the last one.
Remember how he went off to Canada
and came back with his head so high,
claiming how much he’s in love?
Look at him now! As crazy as a bed bug.
The boy flies over the cuckoo’s nest.
I liked your father;
he was my best friend.
A better man than he was no where to be found
on God’s green earth;
I know because I’ve searched.
Your papa was a wise man;
he gave as much as that which was given him.
That love thing you speak about …
will make you half past crazy.
Love is for rich people …;
they can afford to be idiots.
I missed your father boy;
I really missed him so much.
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