An open Letter to CupidA Poem by Edmund S. Obumbawritten on a lonely valentines day:-D
Dearest Cupid.
I hope this round you have bigger arrows for me,as the last ones mutilating effects seem to have weaned off. This valentines will prove to be one of the most meaningless unless you shoot at Marcello..and let Man u score in tonights match. No flowers,no chocolates..no acts of chivalry from me since I don't get the point of love. And,one thing has been bothering me.How come you never grow old? That explains why you don't see what sort of cacophony you cause by shooting your pointless arrows at people. People kill themselves,kill others,maul ,steal,etc..all in the name of love. Yet you always creep in with your cherub wings and bare baby bottoms..shooting blunt arrows at people. I get it though..just doing your job. Since no one would love me with no money, you'll find me with an arrow proof vest and helmet..just so you thought of shooting my brain. See you next year. Good luck with your love campaign. E.S.O (please put on pants in your next visit) © 2013 Edmund S. ObumbaReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 18, 2013 Last Updated on February 18, 2013 AuthorEdmund S. ObumbaNairobi, Parklands, KenyaAboutI write to express to intrigue,to annoy to bemuse,to disgust.. Yes ,I do it all for the readers. more..Writing
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