The Satirist’s Love Song

[Verse 1]
Our love is a great work of satire
A subtle critique
Postmodern, a mocking masterpiece
Right up there with the Greeks

[Verse 2]
I've been satirizing ever since
The first day we met
Our love is a great work of satire
That you just didn't get

[Bridge]
Every time we kissed
It was right up there with Swift
Red roses and champagne
It was right up there with Twain

[Verse 3]
Our love is my personal soapbox now
A sarcastic affair
Exploding with irony and burlesque
Right up there with Voltaire

[Verse 4]
I meant not a single tender word
That I ever said
Our love is a great work of satire
That flew over your head
(Flew over your head)