I had been tossing ideas around for a poem like this, I really find Valentines day rather…disagreeable.
You convey your…well disgust rather well. Without it being overwhelming. I think it’s well done, a little odd for my taste, but good anyway.

I hate Valentine’s too, but more as a bitter singleton.
I like it. Too much reflective of society.

Here’s one for you:
Roses are red
Lemons are sour
Open your legs
And give me an hour.
Because isn’t it all just a day for sex?

its not a day for sex.
pj dont be bitter
i love you.