Love
Love -by Trevor McLeod
He was chased by a prostitute
high on black magic
She loved him for 44 drugs
and 4 brains
She was anxious to call Healthcare
but waited
Soon it was for a good cause
And everyone felt relieved
The angels now robots
realize that love had come home
in human flesh
and welcomed her.
And the man felt vindicated
for a great time
And he called welfare
who came right away
The End
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2022
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