Diatribe on a Lost Pal

I had a friend who hated love
Like me, the selfsame kind

And then he met that *woman*
Overnight he changed his mind

He posed for wedding pictures
On some blue idyllic shore

And tells me every day, he thinks
He loves her more and more

He used to know that it’s all fake
A rib, a joke, a con

The old days, he used women
In the morning, he’d be gone

I’ve tried to bring him back to sense
I’ve tried with all I’ve got

But now he’s setting up a house
The damn fool’s
Lost the plot

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