OK so you send me a letter &
it says you no longer love me so you
think we should see "other people". Bertrand
Russell is smart, but he doesn't have a clue.
1+1=3, sometimes, when you're
at the end of you're rope, nowhere
to go but down & you say you deplored
my taste in sonnets. A cheap shot, not fair,
is my whining reply, a sonnets needs
a "but" somewhere & an iambic base,
but I'll make the rules as I go, I plead,
But that's why you left me in the first place.
I understand couplets more than couples,
Couples have no closure, only troubles.
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