Cupid is not such an innocent fellow,
That to me, at last, is plain.
Love can get awfully complicated,
I’ve only recently learned;
When Bob loves Sue and Sue loves Bill
And Bill loves Jane,
Nothing is resolved, all are frustrated,
And everyone gets burned.
An unresolveable, unending carousel,
Spinning until all are tired;
And what makes me feed stupid
And probably the maddest,
Of all the useful knowledge that
I’ve recently acquired,
Is that cute, chubby, cuddly, little Cupid
Is a bleeding psycopathic sadist!
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