Stupid Cupid III

Life is a fair game
Except that there is no way
You can win at it.

In the game of love
You must change sides if you kiss
Your own reflection.

In the game of death
Your last breath has no use or
Consequence to you.



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3 Responses to Stupid Cupid III

  1. dave tomlin says:

    Mike. Your poem has a flavour of S. Beckett about it.

    Better on your arse
    Than on your feet
    Flat on your back than either
    Better dead than the lot.

  2. Fred Proud says:

    Cupid – Eros. Same iconic trash-can.

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