Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The Real Valentine...

Relevance to Reality : Will the real St. Valentine's please stand up...?

Its Pink time...
that's what i call Valentine's day.
It's that time of the year when malls and shops, big or small,
Put up their pink merchandise, Up for sale...
Record companies release pink CD's with love ballards
that are supposed to melt your heart.
Restaurants and cafe's rustle up a pink menu
for couples with pink hearts and pink balloons...
There is love in the air and if you listen carefully, just about carefully...
You can actually hear the chirping of the birds and the rustling of the leaves,
You can actually see the blossoming of the flowers, fruits and the trees.
It's the time when the birds actually fuck the bees and the whor...

"fallenhero, just shut up, you have no right to be so sarcastic about everything.
You don't have to make everyone feel bad,
Just because nothing ever makes you glad.
You mind your own fuckin business and for god's fuckin sake 
keep out of Valentine's day if it's not in your interest", My chatter-box** said.

"I am not fucking around, i do like Valentine's Day, i love pink pussy and the fuck..."

"See i told you, you are gonna mess up someone's Valentine's day today,
please don't do it", My chatterbox** said.

"ok, i'll try, i'll try to be moderate if not conservative,
but you know what chatter-box... However, hard i try, i always fail,
Sometimes on purpose, sometimes by purpose,
I always fail and i always have a bone-shattering fall,
for i am thefallenhero, who never stood tall..."

Hence, i have decided i will not go into details like
"Why the fuck is everything pink on this day"
"Why the fuck do we need just a day to spread love"
"Why the fuck do we (the guys) have to shower our bitches with expensive gifts"
"Why the fuck is the juvenile kid, selling pink heart shaped ballons
   at the signal not smiling, Not even on Valentine's day"

keeping all these controversial details to myself, I shall conclude with just a poem.
I repeat before i proceed....
This poem is a completely non original piece of dark side of the human satire or otherwise.Copied, ripped, pirated, flicked, translated, hacked, derived, assumed and imitated short takes on life through the eyes of the fallenhero...
Nothing here is original and pure, Not me and definitely not St. Valentine's day.

Hearts and roses and kisses galore,
What the hell is all that fuckin shit for?
Guys get mushy and start acting queer,
It is definitely the most annoying day of the year.
This day needs to go to hell, get the hell over with and pass,
Before I shove something up Cupid's ass.
I'll spend the day so drunk,  I just can't fuckin think or speak
I am gonna fuckin wear black for the rest of the fuckin week.
Guys act all sweet, but soon it will fade,
For all they are doing is trying to get laid.
The arrow which this motherfuckin Cupid shot at me, must not have hit,
Cause I think this lovey-dovey day is a fuckin peice of shit.
So, here's my story... what else can I say?
Cupid can suck my cock, Love bites my ass...  and fuck Valentines Day.

Sorry cupid, sorry valentine and most importantly sorry chatter-box...
for i let you fall again...

** chatterbox is a series which i shall introduce soon, delving deeper into the voice within.

for 99% shall always remain in my blood.


  1. laid back lovey dovey blue eyed boySun May 01, 11:55:00 PM

    a little late now, but would have loved to read it out to my girlfriend, she's a real bitch.

  2. relaxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...i have answers to all that U said..but may be next year valentine 14th feb..i know you hate it but when it dsnt make a difference then why you write about it..anyways gud one

  3. My bone of contention here is not whether i like it or not, but "do we need a special day to appreciate someone or something". Is a mother special only on mother's day or is a child special only on children's day. Do we really need a pseudo special day to appreciate someone just because archies or hallmark cards think so. I re-instate, it's not that i am selling anything here, it's just a POV, a personal agenda. Now, what's your agenda...