Love, The Loaded Lexeme Poem by William Cavanagh

A womanizer for a sizable measure of my journey
I decline to atone to appease society for my vice
Polo-people doubtless deem me a scabrous promiscuite
I fancy myself furnishing a fundamental sociable service
Lover

I regard my catering inamorata providing hope and optimism
Albeit, for a meager moment per assignment, a must
It may have been the optimal occasion of her dismal week
Afore she revert home to a bland bleak apartment
Loveless

In the hunter gatherer sense of the word promiscuity
I am innocent of any immoral libidinous behavior
In the eyes of religious nobility I am a social animal
In my heart I am glad to have served a basic human need
Love