Fallacies in Human Infatuation

Be there a poison more vile

Than that which tastes like honey?

Be there a poison more vile

More toxic to the tongue

And yet

More pleasant to the palate?

Be there a poison more vile

Than that which tastes like honey?

To tell a tale we might have known all the while

Some could call it funny

Be there a mind more gullible

Than that of a man's blind hope?

Be there a poison more vile

More malicious in its hunt for such eagerness

And yet

More comforting to a man of such need?

Be there a mind more gullible

Than that of a man's blind hope?

To tell a tale of a man called loveable

Some could call him a dope

Be there a glass more sharp

Than the glass which holds the poison?

A poison, again, so vile

In the most jagged-edgèd glass

And yet

Neglects to lacerate the lips?

Be there a glass more sharp

Than the glass which holds the poison?

To tell a tale of a broken heart

Some could call annoying

Be there a life more crippling

Than a life dedicated?

More obsessive with every passing thought

And yet

The object of such obsession

Fails to return a compulsion to a poor man?

A man who drinks from a jagged-edgèd glass; be there one more sharp?

A man with a lover's mind; be there one more gullible?

A man who chose to drink a honey-flavored poison; be there one more vile?

A honeylike poison called lust.