writings

Since it is valentines day I have an old poem I’m fairly fond of since it contradicts the traditional positive lovely dove feels of this holiday.

The red and pink hearts are sparking tarty farts in my zing. so sing and spread wings, faulty phony dove ofjoy. I seek your olive branch no more. the uber gushing muck of anal lust and love.

Also to add to the poem is a fun little read on the Origins of valentines day!