Chris Curasi

Funny Valentine






Cupid's poisoned arrow
is no longer directed toward me
love is my terminal illness
a mysterious laugh with reverb
it is not even scary
it just leaves me annoyed
thinking what the ....?
the heart transforms from a fist-like shape
to the middle finger
Cupid is number one on my list
not only did my last relationship
take a turn for catastrophic
I haven't had a date in over three years
if there is something incorrect about me
there must be an incorrect women out there
together we could be even more incorrect
idiosyncracies knowing true love
it seems everyone wants to be perfect
so loneliness is an attractive option
yet I am amused by Cupid's target practice

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