Valentine’s Day

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Chocolates are sweet

Can’t buy them for you

Only this day

And the day of dead

Their price as high

As the climax in bed

The Bulls out to market

and ride the myth

Cupid is bought

and sold by mr. Smith

So Cupid sings

The third of Maslow’s

Reduced to things

On papers and windows

Sex sells it seems

but so does love too

they’re wrapped in dreams,

paperbacks and condoms