A Valentine's Day poem for you
by Angie Jenkins
You think you're oh so debonair
With pretty blues and luscious hair
But you are just a derrière -
No wonder your words are shit!
I used to think you were my sun
Until I found that each woman
Wishes she could hold a gun
Each time she heard your "wit."
I'm temporarily insane
With only you, my dear, to blame
For it is you that I disdain
More than any of the rest.
So 'tis time, my love, to say adieu
I now need nothing more of you
Never been so glad our days are through;
Too bad you've already lost the best!
But before I leave, let's raise a glass
To such a perfect, pristine ass
I apologize if I am crass
But please do not dismay
Because of you, I'm onto greater things,
and loving the gifts that each day brings
And I will be the one who SINGS
On this "Singles Awareness Day."