Vacant on Valentine’s

Oh crap, today is Valentine’s Day,

and I know that I should be celebrating,

but the decor on every single hallway

is instead really making me hating.

So many couples kissing and smooching,

from each and every left and right,

while I cannot help but stop and think

that I’ve got no such lover in sight.

They say it’s not just for lovers,

but for your family and friends too,

yet why have I no valentine cards

or even a nice little rose or two?

This holiday leaves me so vacant,

empty of any happiness to spare,

because I’ve got absolutely no kisses,

no slushy, swapping spit to share.

It’s that darn biological dating clock,

ticking ‘how mad, how mad, how mad,

is it to stay home on a lover’s night?

Oh how sad, how sad, how sad!’

Stupid, evil greeting card companies,

who have to ruin a perfectly good saint!

If I have to see another Cupid’s arrow,

I swear, I’m sure I’m going to faint.

Society is sure good at propaganda,

I want a boyfriend more than ever,

to say I’m gorgeous when I don’t feel it,

to cuddle on the crouch during bad weather.

But all I’ve got today is loneliness,

but hey, the chocolates are good.

Too bad they blimp up my ugly thighs,

and give me more fat than I should.

I can’t wait until this day passes,

no matter how good the sweets can be.

Despite all, I do sometimes make a wish,

that next year someone will love me.