POEM

Miserable life

Saint Valentine is coming,

You will spend it crying,

Nobody loves you,

Everybody is against you,

Love is for people who are beautiful,

And accept it, you are awful,

You will die alone,

People who loves you?

 NONE

But, don’t worry

Because you will become a statistic,

You can end your life being unique

But don’t cause a lot of panic.

People who is in love want to have a picnic.

Or sit on the sofa and watch Titanic.

The End.

By David and Ismaïl