New Heights in Bad Poetry

One comment on my last post sent me scurrying back to the keyboard to draft another entry for Chip MacGregor's Bad Poetry Contest. I may finally be a contender for the lava lamp.

Love or Not-Love

Love or not-love,
how does one distinguish?
To nurture one,
the other to extinguish.

If some folks seek Nirvana, not love,
should government protect us?
And bail us out as if we’d swooned
to falsified perspectus?

Oh, the newly married, running home,
with cries of, “Mamma, not-love!”
Should seek relief by filing forms
at bailoutobama.gov