Siren Song

Well before you read this you should know that I most certainly did not, in any way shape of form, write this myself.
I could wish.
It's my second favorite poem ever (I think maybe, although being me, I like an awful lot of poetry and will probably feel horribly guilty about saying this in a few minutes) and it's by Margaret Atwood, who I don't usually like. I WON'T feel guilty for saying that bit.
But anyway, this particular poem...
Just read it.
And if you don't like it, tell me why and I will sit there for an hour and tell you why it's a good poem.

SIREN SONG

This is the one song everyone
would like to learn: the song
that is irresistable:
the song that forces men
to leap overboard in squadrons
even though they see the beached skulls
the song nobody knows
because anyone who has heard it
is dead, and the others can't remember
Shall I tell you the secret
and if I do, will you get me
out of this bird suit?
I don't enjoy it here
squatting on this island
looking picturesque and mythical
with these two feathery maniacs,
I don't enjoy singing
this trio, fatal and valuable.
I will tell the secret to you,
to you, only to you.
Come closer. This song
is a cry for help: Help me!
Only you, only you can,
you are unique
At last. Alas
it is a boring song
but it works every time.