O treachous man,
I watched you from my detective van.

Once again, you met with “ the slob."
Took her out on Valentine's night.

You set up a whole table with red candles blooming brightly.
You strolled in, your hands helping with her gown and your eyes gazing lovingly.
While you brought out the seat for her courteously.

I didn't realize you still knew how to drill a woman,
the fact that you talk to me as if I were less than one.
A whispered...