Who needs Cupid and his silly little bow?
Seriously, this stupid little winged god
who zooms around firing a random arrow
at an aspiring young lover seems very odd.
Dangerous, even. Risky. Who knows what
unwitting mischief might be wrought
if the wrong target is accidentally shot?
This cherub’s delusions of grandeur must be fought.
Greedy retailers who, every year, make a mint
by exploiting a poor hopeful suitor’s thorny nest
of tangled feelings, should earn their living by dint
of hard work instead, and let that be their quest
instead of tempting a vulnerable lonely heart
to waste money on things he does not require,
spurred on by dreams of Cupid’s insipid little dart
magically curing his solitary, sheeplike, unsated desire.
No manipulative cherub, no matter how celebrated,
can tempt a beautiful maiden to lose her mind
over an unworthy prospect. She is feted
by many, and is naturally drawn to her own kind,
not some poor callow lad with aspirations
far beyond his station. Cupid must be stopped!
Let’s forget these syrupy shallow Valentine celebrations
and find different, worthier causes to adopt.
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