That vile little scumbag,
Loves to see me cry,
Smirking with his bow & arrow,
While flying way up high,
What has Cupid done for me,
Only bought me grief,
As well as lying cheaters,
He even bought a thief,
Cupid is a dumbass,
Who never gets it right,
I'll pluck those feathers for him,
That'll stop his flight,
I'll break his bow and snap his dart,
Then paint the lovehearts black,
Wipe that smile right off his face,
I'll make Cupid crack,
That loathsome little cherub,
Will never fly again,
He messed with me too many times,
Now he's feeling all my pain,
That stupid little maggot,
Less loving than before,
No chocolates or candy kisses,
No Valentines, No more!
Gold trophy winner
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