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Cupid
Cupid,
You have been following me around for some time now
Administering the chemicals of love to me
Shooting me up with your poison of supidity
Unaware of this until recently
I am on the look out now
For you and that fucking syringe of yours
Filled with that acid pain called love
Flutter close to me again
Try re-administering your filth to me once more
I dare you
I will catch you by your puny angel wings
Pluck each feather one by one
Then
Tear them off with the speed of a sloth
Hearing your little baby screams of agony
As I bend you over my knee
Taking aim with your own syringe
Full of that poisin that was ment for me
Piercing your chubby baby butt
With the 6 inch needle of your own device
Be prepared to enjoy your own medicine
Your own poison
Your own acid pain
Your own drugs
You cute little baby angel doll piece of shit.
Ask before you inject.
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Comment by: - 2006-05-14 13:44
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Your dedication to me is so sweet. I would never had known had I not read this. That is one of the most thoughtful and kind thing that anyone has ever done for me. The fact that you did not even tell me is the most treasured thing. You let your comment stand there without me even knowing. I don't know what to say. Life does not suprise me very often. As, for the poem I of course love it.
"I am on the look out now
For you and that fucking syringe of yours
Filled with that acid pain called love"
Loved that part the best for cupid, no matter his reputation, never finds it target in me.
with shock and awe
Sheri |
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Comment by: Lander Online- 2006-05-13 10:51
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| Yes. I think this works rather well. Funny. True, perhaps. I felt the ending was a little long winded. Lacked punch. I would personally work on the end. Otherwise, great write. |
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Comment by: Teri - 2006-05-13 10:35
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Hi, Chris,
Two nitpicks first:
poison of supidity - stupidity?
Full of that poisin that was ment for me - poison and meant
This is very funny, and I hope I'm not sounding too flippant right now. I think we've all felt this way once in a while. You've succeeded in creating a poem to which I can relate (or could at least one time in my life). The anger is palatable, yet not so much as to seem like a meandering rant - something very hard to achieve. Even the minor amount of cursing works so well here. Great job! (PS - give the little cretin a smack for me, too. Tell him it's for that horrid date in 1997, and he's lucky I don't believe in capitol punishment.) :D |
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| I think at some point in every person's life, they want to kill the little winged baby that is Cupid. The images this conjures are great. I especially love 'piercing your chubby baby butt'. Awesome work, keep it up!! |
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Comment by: - 2006-05-08 20:21
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| I love this...the visuals....man, can't shake them...the anger is hilarious in a way....I adore this poem. Way to go! - Leah |
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