Cupid has missed again
Instead of hitting the woman I am stalking
He has anchored another arrow into a passerby
Now I am faced with a terrible obligation
To sever a lustful bud before it blooms
I will be blamed for the loss

There are times I wish Cupid would retire
Or buy a set of prescription glasses
The winged freak has caused nothing but trouble in my life
And how did Cupid acquire his golden bow?
Are background checks waived if you have wings?
I have every right to hate this childish monster
He has been too fickle with his arrows
Never allowing me to choose the target
The time or two Cupid's aim was true
The arrows wouldn't stick
I wish he wouldn't buy arrows made by Nerf
I will again curse Aphrodite's love child
For meddling in the affairs of my heart
The obese little runt should be put to better uses
He should work at a carwash, scrubbing the tops of vans
Perhaps be hired to fetch the mail on rainy days
Regardless, his matchmaking license should be revoked
Clearly he is inept at his current position
For goodness sake, the boy can't even dress himself



**For a better anti-cupid poem,
read Tiny Wings by shadowsinthelight

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