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Two Lovers

I have two lovers named Chaos and Joe
One is predictable and the other's not so
Chaos is wild, with a scraggly old beard
Joe has fetishes that seem a bit weird
Chaos has issues and takes pills of all sorts
Joe likes the usual: a fine beer and sports
Chaos makes me feel like one big mess
While Joe makes me pitiful and depressed
They still love me, sending me flowers and cake
Hoping I'll be in their beds when I awake
Alas, I can only exist in one place in time
With Chaos and vodka, or Joe and red wine
Will Cupid please strike one heart of the two
To save me from this sad pit of blues?
Joe, oh Joe, I see us marrying one day
I see us on rocking chairs with hair all grey
Chaos, dear love, I see adventures await
That will never land me in Heaven's pearly gates
Sometimes I want to watch the sunset with Joe
Other times I want Chaos curled up at my toes
We want it all: a chaotic stability
A paradoxical, magnetic indivisibility
We want the Chaos that life throws at us
But in the end it is only Joe we can trust


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