Stupid Cupid

Another pessimistic love poem.

Stupid Cupid




Foul you are, naked bloated imp with wings

Dangerous creature who shoots first, asks later

Armed with an archaic bow and arrow

Poisoned with intent and aimed at our hearts

Condemning us to Love for all eternity



Love- that cankerous vile sore on the soul

Who would deliver such a punishment?

Like a winged plague he shall infest us all

Our fate in Cupid’s capable hands

When all too often he botches the job