The Black Day

a funny take on the "Valentine Blues"

A sledgehammer made dainty
with lacey pink and red,
is still a weapon, perfect,
to bash me in the head.

A gun with candy bullets sweet
and marked with "I LUV U",
can still fly with frightening force
and pierce my flesh right through.

A poison flavored with a sultry
gourmet chocolate flair,
can still choke my soul and
place me in Death's care.

A rope seeped thick with
the luscious scent of rose,
is still a means to place me
where daisies love to grow.

So you must forgive me if
St. Valentine I hate,
because yet AGAIN this year
I DO NOT HAVE A DATE!