The hillock that once adorned
The name of lovers on its rocks,
Has been invaded by an
Insecure Lord, who throws
Stones at young couples,
He's supposed to hate romance.
The college love that should
Have screamed wild songs,
Now replaced by monotones
Of pretentious chants.
The incels who celebrate this
Shared euphoria are proud to
Inherit this madness from a
Generation that forced him into
Celibacy to hail him as
Fertility God.
The name of his other half
Defaced, overwhelmed by
The relentless offerings, he has
Forgotten his age-old love,
That had blossomed when
This hillock was still a mountain.