Bob pruned his dying orchid while contemplating Valentine’s Day. He hated the “holiday” with more passion than he felt about any relationship he had ever been in. The only redeeming quality was the reduced-price chocolates the next day. He popped one such morsel in his mouth as he moved to the next morbid plant, one given to him by his ex. That’s when he had an epiphany! He knew how to make Valentine’s Day special for everyone. The following year he made ten thousand dollars selling dead flowers and bouquets to people who wanted that special something… for their ex.
The bathroom’s walls were naked
It was screaming to be covered in porcelain
Lilly hated doing the obvious thing
Eventually, the plaster would look so much better.
Satan couldn’t tear his eyes from the sight as humanity struggled to stand
The fallen angel laughed with contempt, God’s image indeed
All they were was an afterthought of creation
Raised to shove home the lack of free will into the faces of the angelic hosts
Even now he hated that fact because that meant he was created to fail and fall