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I want your love, or I will go mad;

First, missing your love; second, mad;

That’s doubly sad! Which is worse?

Love is precious, madness a terrible curse;

And you will never love me if I’m mad.

Yet this is why I’m mad,

Because you won’t love me; it’s sad

That love always turns into madness,

But love perhaps is mad from the start?

No. Love lives in the gentle heart,

And desires to kiss and bless

The sweet and dear beloved.

When I was first, by you, sweetly moved

To love, you sweetly changed me.

The madness is this. You cannot kiss a tree.

You cannot kiss a dog or cat.

I’m a man. I cannot love like that.

I need your lips, similar to mine.

I need love, kisses, a sprinkling of wine.

Without your love, I will go mad,

Kissing anything. Pathetic. Crazy. Sad.

Rejected only once, everything is bad.


  1. Desdi said,

    February 11, 2018 at 7:50 pm

    Please, don’t go mad.

  2. noochinator said,

    February 11, 2018 at 10:45 pm

    This poem applies to all — from Harry S. Truman to Alfred E. Neuman.

  3. thomasbrady said,

    February 13, 2018 at 10:46 pm

    Every wonder why that magazine was called, “Mad?” “We’re completely mad. Not necessarily funny. But mad.” Mad doesn’t have to be humorous. It just can’t be serious. “Mad magazine” had a nice ring to it. (Mad magazine had a rival for a few years. Remember? “Cracked.”) Then of course there was loony tunes. Loony is not necessarily funny. You just need a grin. Not necessarily laughter. Just a crazy grin. You don’t need good jokes. You just have to enjoy yourself while taking nothing seriously. It probably has something to do with drugs—which makes one happy through mere distortion and relaxation. Your good stand-up comic can’t be too nervous. You can’t be uptight or ‘square.’. A comic must be relaxed. A ‘come back’ artist, a wit, is something quite different. One can be serious, sane, unhappy, and have wonderful wit. The shit-eating grin is a signal that even wit is not taken seriously. One is essentially…stoned. One doesn’t care. One is…mad.

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