Love is a fool's errand.
See how the clown contorts
himself as proof;
that leads to spinal twists
and unnatural angles - painful stuff.
Red polka-dotted pose,
flower on hat never loses a petal.
Love makes clowns of us all.
Silly-grinned, floppy people
willing to bend ourselves backwards
to fit someone's idea.
All the while the bouncing heart
loving the party,
a balloon so full
it can only burst.
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