Intoxicated Adhd Valentine's Day
My valentine has a sweet and sour citrus taste;
A lemon dewdrop puckering my purloined lips,
Stolen by yours, whose on mine, will not waste,
For though you're free from love, I am trapped in its grip.
Your dimpled smile and mahogany eyes,
Have for eight long years been my demise.
For though I've kept my eyes on the golden prize,
They've only seen in dreams a life longing for lies.
For your love is searching for another one,
Despite your tease and subtle suggestions
That you're the kind which others shun,
And why, I think, you gift to me your soul's rejection.
Which is why my valentine has a sweet and sour citrus taste,
For my valentine is actually vodka.
Forget red roses and violets blue,
I'm sick of being in love with you.
You've robbed of the freedom to be felt,
By who I feel, makes my heart melt.
Starlight, star bright, can you grant my wish tonight?
To shut the hell up everyone who thinks that valentine's day is a real holiday
And not a scam created by Hallmark to increase sales during a low-income month.
Twinkle, wrinkle on Kellyanne Conway's face,
She looks like fifteen years have been erased.
Oh, is that a fossil I see on the tv?
Oh wait, it's just Kellyanne Conway, she must be tired from having a terrible job and miserable boss.
Which is why my valentine has a sweet and sour citrus taste,
For my valentine is actually a screwdriver I am currently pouring in my face.
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