Taking you for a ride
My friend or lover or whatever,
let me not insult you with my imposition
in these efforts at deficient poetry
of not much sense, since they are doting,
stuck in love and melancholy
and bogged down most lamentably
in pathetic bathos of nostalgia,
while all I want
is just to take you for a ride,
for what is love if not indulgence?
Yes, I told you so and warned you,
I am just a doting fool and good for nothing
but deficiency in foolish poetry
describing silliness of love,
supremest vanity and folly,
wherefore there is no indulgence like it.
But if that indulgence brings us freedom,
then it’s worth it, and at least we’ll then be free.