Valentine's Day
terrible things rarely happen, and yet
maybe you will live fast and die young, no
until you turn thirty, in the city
still, if you are nice, you won't come to harm
to believe this bold-faced lie, if you bet
beauty beggars belief blow after blow
each day, you may ask, why am I alive
nervously, you sense you hear the alarm
in this world, for no matter whom, bells toll
clearly, not for you, handsome and smart, time
enlists angels to watch over your knoll
to play Jack and Jill is never a crime
only Jack and Jim, Jill and Jane, survive
belligerent hate crimes, par for the course
ever unaccepted but by the law
yet, even the law is not always right
ordinance for slavery as a source
undermined principles, hate was a choice
nervously admitted, hate is a flaw
guaranteed to destroy the need for sight
as blindness keeps hidden the truth you bleed
nothing but metaphors, as ethics voice
diminished fifths, augmented fourths, compose
pregnant pyrotechnics, sparrows chatter
recently, bent over to smell a rose
each lazy bum gets fatter and fatter
temptation to judge, or to plant a seed
try not to lord your youth over my death
yes, I long to die, no soul, no last breath
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