happy fuckin valentine's day
to all you broken-hearted bastards.
normally,
i'd be among you
but not this year
and not 'cause cupid's aim was true for once.
no,
this year
i got beef with love.
not that 50 cent-ja rule type beef
or even that george w. bush-saddam hussein type beef.
nope,
i got beef
like a cow standing outside the slaughterhouse
who suddenly figures out that when she walks through the door in front of her
she ain't walkin' out
and when her muscles clench in defense of her right to exist,
she just as suddenly realizes that she can't do a damn thing about it
and resigns herself to a fate on a plate
'cause maybe filling someone else's belly isn't such a bad thing.
i might actually co-sign that notion
if i wasn't so effin tired of going hungry myself.
so i got beef
with love
cause that shit didn't sit right with me
and i just ain't standing for it no more.
not this year.
but i will buy a box of chocolates
and i will lick my fingers after each and every piece slides down my throat
and i will have a bloated belly
even if i don't exactly get my fill.