Never fall for pulchritude, for it may someday make you lachrymose
Today it may overwhelm you with a eulogy
But tomorrow it will make your life entirely morose
And it won't even bother leaving an apology
It may, at first, seem ingenuous
But its deeds and its sayings will never be homogenous
All it wants is your life to adulterate
And your soul to enervate.
Don't fall for its capricious estate
It turns out all it's doing is prevaricate
Therefore you should be forever obdurate
Or else your heart it'll desiccate
It was never, is never and will never be eternal
For it was made to be ephemeral.
Being an erudite is not my claim
But I've experienced enough to abstain
And you should probably do the same
Or it will leave you with a stain
