Romantic Interlude

Primary enticements
need no fashion or beauty advice,
and certainly require no cosmetic surgery.
(You take-‘em-like-you-find-‘em and vice versie.)

The state with its own religion, just about has it covered.
To completely protect its power base,
all that’s left is to stamp out Life.

Two City professors, sitting in the park during lunch hour,
first one says, “As far as I am concerned,
romanticism was the beginning of the end.”
He took a bite of his bologna sandwich and added,
“Except of course for the romantics.”

“Remember”, said the ole sore head,
(And with, I doubt, no notion of ironic metaphor in mind),
“Remember me boy, you can have your cake and eat it too--
If you don’t mind having ‘eaten cake.’”

Once the newly arrived was in his room,
the host (or bell boy, it’s sometimes hard to tell) said,
“Go ahead and unpack.”
And the traveler replied, “All I brought was my mind.”
“All the same,” he said, “feel free to unpack.”

J.