Gas Station Chocolates
Here's a box of gas station chocolates
for all the raucous and raunch I've put you through...
And here's a fistful of grocery store roses
to wash away a year of black and blue.
Enduring is the name of the mating game.
An ounce of sweetness, then flush it down the drain.
Never quite meeting love in the middle-always on the fray.
Oh, and the mind games that I fancy to play.
Sadistic mime in a dried-out fishbowl.
Spitting out the gravel of the blame.
Happy Valentine's Day cracks the old crow.
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