The Con

It is the people who don't believe in love,
Not really,
Who are the ones who use it to con

[i believe in love]

It is because they feel like it is a great big hoax

[my love is no hoax]

That life constantly tries to pull that item of wool over their eyes

[my love is honest]

That nothing about love is real,
a lie the weaker types believe
and the Ubermensch of the world can see right through

[i believe that love is sacred and real]

That ... like religion ... it has been made up to explain the effect of sex

[i believe that sex is sacred with one who loves]

That mysticism is an empty word

[i believe that love and sex are most mystical]

No sacred thing is real

[most sacred and real]

... that to scam the believers is doing them a favour ...
like paternally or maternally washing their eyes...
so they become
Just like you:
Hard Ubermensch; streetsmart Realists

[i am a believer still, you did me no favours]

Clever .. more clever than wide-eyed limpid insipid
believers of the biggest lie

 I am the other kind

The soft creature who nurtures and  understands ...
the creature who suffers and helps ...
the one who smells good..
the one with those inexplicable advantages;
the patient one

[the one who loved you]

The wet mawkish sentimental dope
Duped by high hopes
Sodden in dreams
The idealist, the romantic ... the drip 

Well ... I'd rather be a drip
Than someone
so empty.