Song for the New Campus Romance

It Isn’t Anything At All Like Love

 Can I kiss you?

Did you say yes?
Can I say
I like the way
You look in that dress?
Can I hold you close and cuddle you tight?
All night
Does that look in your eyes mean that you might?

While I waited for you to answer

I stopped and I thought it through
Is it worth all this aggravation?
So here’s what it comes down to

It might be special
It could be nice
It could be sugary
There might even be spice

But it’s nothing now

I’d be covetous of…

It isn’t anything at all like love

They’ve taken the love from loving

It’s only a masquerade
We’d come to an understanding
Except you’re not getting paid

It might be special
It could be nice
It could be sugary
There might even be spice
But it’s nothing now
I’m covetous of

It isn’t anything at all

Not anything at all
Nothing at all

Like

Love

No Comment

I once advised great legal minds

To shut their doors and draw their blinds

To hide their views and mask their wit

If, on The Court, they hoped to sit

For nominees were known to fail

Because they left a paper trail

 

But paper fades and so does ink

Time marches on and mem’ries shrink

If what we wrote or spoke was rotten

It’s likely both were long forgotten

 

A poor remark or choice of words

A slander on the Turks or Kurds

A joke, that got too closed to race

Was breathed and gone…without a trace

 

Now everything that’s vile or sordid

Is saved and easily recorded

The world can see the trail you’ve left

It’s posted and you’re *.pdf’ed

 

And old e-mail makes quite a mess

Unless you’re with the IRS

 

So have a thought and then, amend it

Edit it before you send it

 

Then look both ways before you walk

And think things through before you talk

 

This is the day that progress brought--

A world with no uncensored thought.