Love Is Torture

Why must a human being be tortured by love,
And make a big fuss with a cake and doves?

I will hereby never fall in love with her or him
I have taken this vow since I was of three years age,
With my pockets filled with sweets to the brim

I never had a first kiss, I found it dreadful on television,
A thousand people standing there while your lips touch another
Why even bother

I have lived a stressless life thank you very much,
No women or men to buy stuff on birthdays or holidays and such

Why must a human being be tortured by love?
We are dirty creatures with dirt between our fingernails

Why must we be embraced by another?
I guess it's enjoyable for someone or other

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