Apr 15, 2016
Fuck love I got Cupid by the throat With an Ak 47 barrel to his temple Ready to shoot With his eye lids pasted to the Back of his forehead With some arrows So it hurts when he blinks Cause I warned Him about Sending arrows my way I guess his diaper Was on too tight Which sparked a brain cramp Only reason I could Explain him Backing out our deal So to finish him up Real well I sew his right arm To his left wing And his left arm To his right wing Told him to fly away Then struck him With one of his Own arrows to the back Then watch him die
J.Alfred " The Assassination of Cupid" National Poetry Day 14
