February is made up of
the ugliest letters in the cruddiest of orders.
February is the ashiest of months.
In every calendar
Yields the unsightliest and
Most hideous artwork
Of all of the monthly pages.
February is where the noblest of
New Year’s resolutions
Crawl into crevices and ditches
To die sometimes secretly and always shamefully.
The never-ending slumber of vivacious life, and
The lingering freeze of time
As dictated by an illustrious rodent
Who rules said month like a king
Of silly, silly savages,
Who in his eminence,
Forces multiple martyrs and patriots of the past
To knee before him.
Is wretched, dismal and bleak.
In February I am direfully,