Romanticism
The truth is that romance is not romantic
In being Polynesian, scented with
Chanel, Hermès, Yves . . . not necromantic,
Not in the least unusual. That myth
That it’s romantic is stupendous in
Its chutzpah. What romantic really is
Is more a mixture of the sweat of sin,
The hormones sent from testicles—and jizz
From them. That is . . . for men, yep, more a blitz
For them. For women it is more, “Will he
Make money? Will he worship my soft tits
Enough to keep him from adultery?
Can he provide the house that I’ve dreamed of?”
Romance is different kinds of greed called love.