love incorporated

Tell me about love,
and I will compose my hymn of praise and worship
to the love that leads to the pens and paper I write on.

I will remind you that kindness is the most cruel
and self-love the greatest good

Not for praise of Neitschze or
Whitman's body electric,
of those I have said my piece
and today, I am silent.

Instead,
This tune is for the good that comes of profit
the lust for geld and it is that
for which monkeys are tamed
cows slaughtered
fruit plucked
and water pumped

This is my song for the good that comes from industry
the madness for change and crisp bills
for which medicines are wrought
electrical lines strung
and books published.

This is my ode to the good that comes of desire
the want of a penny for the sweet crunch of candy
the soft muse of creme brule
the almond of marzipan
and the endless suppy of cinnamon.

There is only hate where men point their guns
to steal my hard earned money
Only hate where they give it to children
so unmine with the proper tones of skin

There is only hate where the checks are written on me
for those who did not care for themselves.

And I will not sing of hate,
I am a man of profit
and of love.