Down at their local pub The Duck and Gun Dog,
linguist Roland Barthes and philosopher Slavoj Zizek
were sharing pints and misfortunes, hoping for flattery
from their being overheard by merely ordinary mortals.
Slavoj reached the peak of his discource with...
'Love feels like.. ..a great misfortune, a monstrous parasite,
a permanent state of emergency that ruins all small pleasures'.
After an aptly quiet reflection Roland took a long sip on his pint,
looked around their confused audience and replied to Slazoj
'Being in love is like being in Auschwitz'.
At the bar, in the background, more rounds were ordered.
An anonymous voice heavy with regret broke the tension
by shouting above the hubub 'Shall we all toast the dead?
They are all more alive than us lot! They are our future!'.
He suggestion was followed by a heavy silence,
broken by the ringing of the tocsin bell. Last orders.
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