Arsenic and Old Lace

Ugh, here it comes.
Approaching like impending doom.
Like a heavy dark cloud, it looms.
It makes others weep at the sight.

A sight so bright.
Too bright for my eyes.
Nothing but a bunch of lies.
My stomach lurches at the thought.

Colors of red, blood red.
Frothy white lace, stained.
Nothing makes me more angry,
than a day like today.

Full of false love, full of lies.
Full of false days to advertise.
It’s nothing but a bunch of lies!
Nothing makes me more angry,
than a day like today.

For today . . . is Valentine’s Day.