Embracing the world with positive creativity since Sept 2007.
there was this guy named,
Who shot arrows with love
When he pierced their hearts
“Till death do they part. . . ”
their wounds, found under their carpets
their blood drippings, running from faucets...
Sinks stained naught, what colored, not aught
Cupid, then questioned his targets...
when he witnessed, in waives, their argots...
white-laced, splayed out in their jargons!
He thought, “why in the world would they, give up
most everything, that, what they thought of?.”
Until, he realized...
(...his stupid girlfriend shot him!)