As useful as a nail without a head
As stunning as a handbag full of lead
As loving as a man who seems quite dead
As tasty as a worm on mouldy bread
These similes will indicate to you
My bills arrive and I am getting through
As soon our morals will be fried in glue
Love itself will find no avenue.
As loving as a god who died for you
As acid as a lemon when you’ve flu
As powerful as a tiger trapped in zoo
Love will come and nobody is true.
The metaphors and similes fly through
The minds of all the children who once knew
That meaning is a story writ by you
Imagination slowly saves the few
How my heart sings 