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The Jokes We Tell

I'd say that Cupid's blessed arrow
Is just a poison dart,
And love is just a vampire
Claiming a stake within my heart
And that voodoo doll with pins
Stuck in its eyes don't look like me
But it's getting really dark in here
And difficult to see

The cruelest of the jokes we know
Is the one that tells us love is blind
I don't wonder it is so
I've never known another kind

Down at ophthalmology
They'll stick needles into me
And dress me in a backless gown
For Lasik surgery
I'd love to stay for breakfast
But you need your beauty sleep
You've already had your fill
And my appointment will not keep

The cruelest of the jokes we know
Is the one that tells us love is blind
I don't wonder it is so
I've never known another kind

You drove the point home, made it stick
No phantom flaming fatal dart
No hungry fangs of a mere vampire
Staking a claim within my heart
The visions here are friendly
The deadly poison arrows fall
Messiah neatly framed and hung
The portrait nailed to your wall

The cruelest of the jokes we know
Is the one that tells us love is blind
I don't wonder it is so
I've never known another kind

 © John Kennan 12-8-16
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