Would you love him if he wasn’t famous —
if he was not some big shot in the world?
Just another normal ignoramus;
would you still want him round your finger twirled?
Be honest, tell the truth, if he was just
a plumber or a sweeper in a store
would love be there or feelings of disgust
and would you wish he could be so much more?
No need to answer all my questions here;
I know already what you’d have to say.
You choose men not for love but out of fear:
a parasite — on power and wealth you prey.
To seek the top guy’s programmed in your genes
but gold-digging is whoring which demeans.
© 2012, Alan Morrison