Cupid has already shot the arrow in
Now he sits on my shoulders
With his cute little butt on my neck
Fucking the arrow in and out of my heart
Like Regan slamming her crucifix
Inside a box of red corn syrup
Or a little girl
Sticking a hot dog
Through a doughnut
Love is a hostile,
Violating,
Penetrative act
What you call love,
I call the rape of my
Natural emotions
Just leave me alone,
Cupid go home!
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