Stupid Cupid Couldn't Hit a Kickball with Ronaldo's Feet

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To Hell with Cupid!
Stupid Cherub!
He couldn't hit the side of a Barn
with a Cow in a Tornado
I'm afraid Ol'
Blue Eyes got it wrong
with all His songs
He sang of Her.
Lovely lady doesn't exist anymore

Old Haunts are
Remodeled traps
for guests to this rat race
Nobody noticed
See, her death?
Happened quick it was
as fast paced
as her life,
so
I think Ol' Blue eyes got it wrong

Stupid Cupid
Little Cherub should be strung up
By the string of his bow

He couldn't strike a match
on a plain with no wind
during a Heatwave
and I think Willy Shakes got it wrong

Romeo and Juliet took the Coward's way out
Before 9 to 5 cured their never ending appetite
Passion is an afterlife
Once you hit 30
Sorry Willy, that's no tragedy
That's a happy ending!
Deaf and dumb little cherub

Stupid Cupid
Someone should clip your pretty wings and
serve them up as a special in the banquet
halls of magicians
And I think J.K. got it wrong
Lacking all proficient skills and showing
'Possible Squib'
If Harry were my card
Next day Headlines would read:
'Potter's Dead, All hail the Dark Lord'
Y'see
I'm sure J.K. got it wrong

...and Willy Shakes
...and Ol' Blue Eyes

Stupid Cupid

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