This Be The Drug (Poetry)

Love fucks us up — it really does
we won’t admit it, but it’s true
we’re addicts for its crazy buzz
it drives us barmy — makes us blue

It strikes at random — Cupid’s dart
right out of nowhere like as not
a smile awakes the dreaming heart
inflaming passion wild and hot

There is no cure — love runs its course
with thoughts obsessive, acts obscene
we risk regret, endure remorse
in self-inflicted quarantine

We swear in future we’ll abstain
forgo its pleasures — live without
the highs and lows of joy and pain
but love enslaves us — leaves no doubt