Valentine Bloody Valentine
Where for art thou Valentine?
Buried deep and doused in shame
Death to a saint, and love-
The same?

Also,


St Valentine died today,
he kicked the bloody bucket
and spilled red into our hearts

as people we must celabrate-
candy and flowers
scattered over stuffed toys

little girls giggling, over
Hannah Montana (Valentines)
"You Rock My World"

A saint that sparked perversion.


I thought we could all use a little reminder of what actually happened on this day, so I grudged up some very old poems of mine. A bit of a silly post in honor of this very necessary and culturally valuable holiday.