LOVE? 

THERE IS NO LOVE HERE! 

THERE IS NOT EVEN PASSION HERE, 

IN THIS ARTIFICIAL EDEN, 

THIS LITTLE ISLAND OF ACCOMMODATION. 

THERE IS NEED HERE, 

AND HUNGER, 

AND SOME SYMPATHY. 

------NOT THAT FRANTIC ECSTASY, 

NO SINGING FLESH, 

NEVER THE HOT SWEETNESS. 

TASTE THE BITTER FRUIT, MY FRIEND. 

DEATH COMES EARLY THIS YEAR, 

BUT BY INSTALLMENTS.