Happy Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine's Day, arsehole.
February's lease has given me leave
To pen this poem while I breathe.
(To pen is still to seethe,
But I work long hours at a dead-end job
And I've really nothing to die for.)

Happy Valentine's Day, you crummy,
Shitty, batty, fucked-up waste of space.
You think you speak for a batless race,
But you too can fly by night, in your rhymes
And your ever-closing greetings cards.
I hope one snaps shut on your arse.

Not to say I don't love you –
Look at what we've both been through!
Look at us both! Me and you! –
But did a man against the grain just … die,
So we could live and love, just you and I?!?
All it makes me feel is cowardly.

If I had the guts,
I'd love you while I lusted for another.
I'd love you while I fucked your brother,
And celebrate, today,
The hidden rhyme.
If I even had the time.

But I work long hours at a dead-end job,
And my heart is a handful of lust.
So Happy Fucking Valentine's Day,
And God bless you, like the blessed Saint Valentine,
The man who died
So mutant outcasts, again, could fight or fly.