Careless Cupid

 

Oh, that careless cupid

Shooting his liquid arrows

Like love was a play thing

Piercing my fancy

Indulging my fantasies

Making me believe

That fairy tales

are more than ersatz

He should pick his victims

More carefully

When his liquid love

Courses through veins

Then hardens

We become

adversary

The opposite

Of his intentions

A legion in uprisal

Against the pain

Of a love lesion

Upon our heart

We will not stand for

His wreck less follies

Any longer

If you've been hurt like me

and many others

follow us

to the picket lines

"down with cupid

and his love lies"

Reviews

[Creepy Swine Guy]

I love this poem. I am a cynic and though you might not have intended to be cynical, I read it cynicaly and I love it. You tell it like it is.