Warring love’s flow and minds clogged
Clippity clippety clop plopped
On chairs and couches we sit and intone
Hearts of rocks, eyes-dimmed clones

There is no hope for resurrection
No coming alive in the after-hours section
Having done for the future our bygones
On chairs and couches we sit and intone

Why this sudden jerk towards north
Why the pen instead shoots forth
What goes head over heels dropped
Clippity clippety clop plopped

Those who hate tonight
Will they love by morning light
Faces they spit on, or to wilt are prone
Hearts of rocks, eyes dimmed clones