Even love becomes boring
When there is only the babble of
Animals around doing a gig
In a circus, the audience spellbound
That animals can speak, use a gun,
Kill. Delirious that the world has
Become mad. There is no need
To talk of love
Simply flaunt those machines
And mobiles that do the talking
I’ll tell you what
Banish love from face of the earth
And you will earn some money
Invent dinosaurs, once again
Upside down.
