In the mood, for love, no, not I,
but heartbroken and filled with endless sighs,
and in the mood to shout and scream and sigh,
and rage at the world that passes me by,
and in the mood to rage at God,
because I think he does not try,
does not try hard enough to help humanity,
and well, that is his job is it not,
whichever God you believe in,
yes, she or he is never in when you want him mostly,
or he does not listen, but I, I,
in my drunken state I will not care,
and if I, if I rant and rage at the sky,
I would not be surprised if he never answered with words,
and as thunder echoed all around,
he threw lightning bolts at me from the sky,
but anyway, I am in the mood,
to cast aspersions at those who pass by,
as I, in a drunken stupor, utter rubbish from my mouth,
because life has gone rather south,
and it is far from where I would like it to be,
but sadly, it is the reality,
and no, I am definitely not in the mood for love,
no, not I, but I am only in the mood to rant,
and shout and be rude at the sky,
because life for me is a cruel as can be,
and eros, I curse your trickery, and I curse your devilry,
that has never done any good for me.
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