Grocery store shelves vomit increasingly hideous shades of artificial pink
Zombies shuffle their feet trying not to make one more mistake
Bowing to the insidious pressure of a day then don’t believe in
A 5 dollar card, some substandard chocolates
An overpriced half dead bouquet of flowers
There is nothing to say
So reliance is placed on putrid preassembled words
That may as well be generated by a pallid algorithm
A day that has lost its meaning
A day that has lost its purpose
Screw you hallmark & the commercialism of a beautiful thing
I feel sorrow for those who bow down to corporate blackmail
Tonight I will raise my glass & drink a beer
In honor of those who love for love
& honor their covenant
Rest in peace St Valentine
This is the way I felt last night at the grocery store, picking up something for my 7 years old to give her mom. And yes, I did do the St.VD stuff, not because I felt the pressure of the corporate blackmail, but because I love my girls enough to know that it would sadden them if I didn’t. I will continue to choose to show my love more than one day a year.
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