To wake up this morning
With nothing to say?
I want some roses, or flowers
And candy to boot - please don't
Get all randy and try to shoot
Your arrows up high - merely
Aiming for the sky - find a target,
Mark it and pull that string back
I want to hear a super loud CRACK
When the arrow sinks in to the
Back of the Jack of all trades who
Left me a dollars worth of message hearts
On my filthy desk along with darts aimed
At the area that beats my blood
He will not win this woman's fancy
He is no good - shroud his face in infamy
That is the hood that will cover the offense
Of horrible poetry, wilted flowers too -
Candy moldy and grammatically spelled
Card - BOO!
The envelope is soggy where his spit
Sealed the deal and the sentiment
Illegible - I will hafta guess...
It's not my true love, but a 5-year-old
Who told me I made him happy -
NOW WHO'S THE FOOL?
Stupid Cupid what did you pay
To wake up this morning
With nothing to say?
You could have warned me
This would turn out this way!
I would have definitely prayed!!!
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