The weight of our culture's priorities
Bows many of us to our bended knees,
and one day a year turns the whole
world pink.
Through rose-colored conscience, we
choose not to think:
Why just one person? Why just one day?
Why mothball steadiness, friendship
away?
I guess everyone, every day would be
kind of demanding,
and I sure do love the candy.
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