Transcendental Sonnet #1269:
Make Sure Your Lover is Your Friend

The hard way but at least they learned
The house always wins
Who plays with fire is always burned
We pay for our sins
Whether we think we sin or not

The shotgun only speaks by shot
Desire by fire or jealous ire
Which either freezes or it fries
And neither ever satisfies
Whether we lose or win the pot

What does it all mean in the end?
The house always wins and none can defend
Against jealous fate when love turns to hate:

Make sure your lover is your friend

+Steven Curtis Lance



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