My First New Years Eve Post.

Valentine

The paper shredder
closes in
on your Valentine’s Day
Snoopy Card.

Aaaargh!

Spinning blades...
Spinning blades...
Saw-toothed whore
watching me profess my love
for a second grade bitch.

Damn you,
and your boyfriend!
What can he give you that
I can’t?

My Huffy screams,
and I say,
“Let me take you to my fancy clubhouse.
we can be alone, eat nerds, talk love...
Don’t tell my mom, I love you.”

Damn.