Let me walk you through a young couple's typical Valentine's Day holiday. The man, as usual, waits until the last minute and is frantic and running around to find the perfect flowers but they end up getting last pick. The crushed and already dying flowers thirsting for water that were pushed aside by all the women who already went out and got flowers for their friends, mothers and sisters. They grab a card, don't even read it, ("I'm sorry your pet goldfish died, my condolences.") they also rarely ever find an envelope to go with said card and they shove that and the crushed flowers in their significant others face and then sneak in the lube tied up with a nice big bow and a brand new set of shiny handcuffs. Of course! They shell out the money, the girl gives up the body....always expecting something more. Lies are abundant, honesty and decency is scarce. Nothing more than a bodily payment for services rendered.
Roses are Red
Violets are sometimes black
and very blue,
like your eyes will be
if you dont let me screw you
How fucking romantic, right? Drop your pants, let me lift my skirt, turn me around and bore at me from behind, please, I'll stand here leaning against this cold, hard wall and play the theme to Law and Order SVU in my head a few times. One, two, oh? You're done? Didn't even get to three. Well, great day, can't wait for next year! Blood and tears stain your dress, broken heels and walk of Shame.
So this is what I have to say to all you “love birds”.. .sex is fun, sex is a game. If you have to pay for it I'm sorry but that makes you a whore. A slut, at least, has more class, if you are gonna do it make it last. Happy fucking Valentine's Day.