Much Less To Fall
They say the best of all is love
Much better than those other drugs
But what of he who feels it not
And wonders if his soul is shot.
He wonders is there’s something wrong
That deafens him to sweeter songs.
He wonders if it’s all in him
If he’s too coarse for pleasant things.
He wonders if its all in her
Would not then red pills be preferred?
But all he knows is that he lacks
The closeness that his fellows grasp.
Perhaps this is the worst of all
To never rise, much less to fall.
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