The Accidental Target


Now… Cupid was flying over,
on his way to a delivery.
When an arrow fell out of his pouch,
and came down, straight towards me!

Now… I saw it coming,
and tried to get out of it’s way;
but it followed me wherever I went,
and hit me anyway!

Now… here I am, staggering around,
looking for someone to love,
nothing is in my sight,
not one person to speak of.

Now… there is something I need to know,
before I run off in disgust.
Does this stuff ever wear off,
or am I condemned to a life of lust?


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