It Isn't Love That Lures Us

It isn't love that lures us, it's the torridity.
It isn't love that stirs us, it's the cupidity.

It isn't fat that fools us, it's the morbidity.
It isn't fat that rules us, it's the flaccidity.

It isn't hope that helps us, it's the ideality.
It isn't hope that skelps us, it's the vitality.

It isn't sum that saves us, it's the liquidity.
It isn't sum that caves us, it's the fluidity.

It isn't tilt that thrills us, it's the proclivity.
It isn't tilt that spills us, it's the motivity.

It isn't want that woos us, it's the extensity.
It isn't want that cues us, it's the immensity.

It isn't dumb that dubs us, it's the stupidity.
It isn't dumb that rubs us, it's the torpidity.

It isn't h*** that haunts us, it's the brutality.
It isn't h*** that taunts us, it's the finality.