Anonymous
Karyn Indursky
Give a bow with an arrow
that has frilly feathers flying
when I shoot my weapon of choice
into Cupid's behind for his constant torment
of all the wrong guys dressed snugly
in black cherry lies that are sweet
swallowing down until I realize
I've found another jester toying
relentlessly at my expense
for guys care not of
Cupid's cost.