Aftermath

Aftermath The night after this The bins will be full of life, Dumped in rubbers, The night of this, The sheets will be stained by s**t, The seeds will be sputtered, In the fakeness of love, In the glamour of red, Blackness of the souls, The guise of care, Will steer laying* and getting laid* Loans will be paid, Love will peel off, Flushing might follow, And bastardization will be launched for the lucky survivors, Dawn of troubles, In the name of Valentine!