Every time two people fall in love, God picks apart a butterfly

Death to Lovers!

Every time I see
A pair of lovers
Walking arm in arm
Or hand in hand,
I steal a child’s balloon
And pop it.

And even if it’s out of my way,
If I see two lovers
Lingering under a street light
Kissing,
I kick a puppy.
Hard.

It’s about balance.

Your arms, entwining each other as,
Eyes half closed,
You sigh each others’ names,
Are the reason
That I’m killing
This kitten.

I set the minivan on fire
Because
You actually went down on one knee
To give her the ring
You disgusting creep.

Don’t doubt my commitment
To balance.
…
The smell
Of your hair
Used to destroy me.

And I hope that he’ll realize
As I use this tire iron
To destroy
His knee
That this
Is about
Balance.