13 February 2013
Tomorrow’s V-Day, what a treat! Here’s a poem, something sweet:
Love and pain strike the chest. Baby, this day, it’s the best.
Boys and girls, brits and hicks chocolates, rifles; favorite picks.
Hand them candy, perhaps a gun, what is V-Day without some fun?
Get up now, lovers, lusters, watch out, though for cabin busters.
Try your best, don’t get caught. If you do, you’re sure to rot.
Hugging, kissing, other scenes, they're too young, those silly teens.
Don't sit around, bombs are going! Run and hide, hearts are blowing.
V-Day / D-Day • Opuss № I