Happy f---ing Valentine's Day

You may not have guessed this, but I used to be quite openly bitter and cynical. I like to think that my cynicism has been sublimated at least somewhat since my angst-ridden high school and college years. Still, on this Hallmarkiest of holidays, I can't help but think back on those days when I wondered if a person could die of boredom. I therefore offer this little bit of bitterness of old, written sometime in high school and not terribly original. I'm sure it was a longer poem, but this is all I can get from memory:

Roses are red, violets are blue
Women are evil, and nice guys get screwed

Have a happy Valentine's Day.