Love Poetry For Modern Times

Roses are red
Like so much NASA blushing
If you choose to drive 900 miles for me, please leave the diaper at home -
I quite prefer flushing.

Roses are red
Like the herring, Iraq
If you fail to find WMDs and fall into a quagmire of sectarian chaos
I got your back.

Roses are red
Like Anna’s lips used to be
In a line-up of baby daddies, all after my fame and fortune
I pick you, #3.

Roses are red
Like spilt Mugwort blood
If you want to avoid typecasting by stripping in a play about bestiality
Your name I won’t mud.

Roses are red
Like most Southern states
As we consider the future of the presidency, my love for you outnumbers
‘08 candidates.

Happy Valentine’s Day to all! Verse dedicated to W. (not that one), with whom even the proverbial nights are better. And to The Artist Currently Known As E-Squared -- if you said goodbye to me tonight, there would still be bad poetry left to write.