Meatloaf’s lambent view
supposes you’d believe
he’d do most anything
for love –
Altho’ a mite restrained
of lyric cues disdaining
lies or false recall –
or subtlety
No affectation claims
to be disgrace indeed
appeased at least –
for love
A calumny of lies éclat
surmises with intense
surprise he’d be;
– but never that
© 14 September 2011, I. D. Carswell
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